100 days, 100 blogs, 100 photos: Day 62
“Tilly meets a Scientologist”
Walking around the Lloyd Center mall with Laura, I forget what we were shopping for, probably panties. Anyways, there we were, walking past the shops, gossiping and being girls, when all of a sudden, a kiosk caught my eye:
“Hubbard Dianetics Foundation”
No freaking way. So of course I do what anyone would have done in my situation, start to point and laugh. A scientology representative? In the mall? By the ice skating rink and the pretzel stand? You got to be freaking kidding me.
“LAURA! TAKE A PICTURE OF ME WITH THE REAL LIFE SCIENTOGIST!”
So in a fit of giggles I run up to Dr. Crazy, interrupt his pitch of aliens and bad mojo, and in perfect tourist fashion, take this picture: TAH DAH!
So you might be wondering, why is Reverend Fake Religion looking so serious? Unfortunately, scientologists loose their funny bone when joining the cult of batshit nuts. After the picture was taken, and Laura and I were ROFL’ing down the mall, from a distance we can hear Father Faker scream:
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE YOU RUDE LITTLE BITCHES”
Sounds like someone was having an attack of “negative vibes” sent from the evil masterlord, Count Xenu
