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An oddity in Wales.
On Saturday morning I was on my way to the pier to have scones, enjoying the quiet back road, when I was stopped by a rather strange looking lady who was coming the opposite way. She held out a little booklet and asked if I'd take it. I asked what it was, and as she flipped through it I immediately recognized the "artwork".
Yup, it was a Jack Chick tract. This one, says Google. I asked to check if it really was and she confirmed, so I said no thanks. Wouldn't touch one, and I'm Episcopalian anyway.
I laughed to myself all the way to the pier, boggling. Honestly, a Jack Chick tract in Wales? I've never been offered one in the US, but I run into one here? Totally a "bzuh?" moment.
Yup, it was a Jack Chick tract. This one, says Google. I asked to check if it really was and she confirmed, so I said no thanks. Wouldn't touch one, and I'm Episcopalian anyway.
I laughed to myself all the way to the pier, boggling. Honestly, a Jack Chick tract in Wales? I've never been offered one in the US, but I run into one here? Totally a "bzuh?" moment.