The B train was overly hot and crowded this morning and at the opposite end of the car some subway preacher was ranting about salvation. Salvation! At 8:30 in the morning! Jesus Christ. I don't know how people can stand it, but obviously I had to exit at the first stop. I observe the same zero tolerance policy for subway preachers as I do for room temperature fruit, which is to say peddle those bananas elsewhere, jack.
+ Related, and even worse: And the Lord said ... Thou shalt get naked!