I had a somewhat disconcerting experience the other night. I was talking to a classmate about our university’s draconian parking “service,” and she told me that instead of paying for parking, she writes a note and leaves it on the dash saying that she paid, but the machine didn’t print her permit.
And I’m thinking, “Whaaaaaat?!”
Then she says she wants to make a copy of her friend’s permit so she can park anywhere.
At this point I got all judgmental. “That’s really dishonest!” I said.
“But I don’t want to pay for parking,” she said.
Neither do I, but I do anyway. Because I’m honest. Because I’m a good Do Bee. Or maybe I’m just a sucker.
This classmate is a self-proclaimed Christian, one who doesn’t know what flavor of Christianity she subscribes to, but referred to it as “the normal kind.”
I mean, she seems like a nice girl, but c’mon. That’s dishonest. It’s wrong. If you don’t want to pay for parking, I guess you don’t get to park on campus, amirite?
The moral of the story is that being a Christian doesn’t make you honest, and being a “bad” Mormon doesn’t make you dishonest. In-the-name-of-Britney-Spears-amen.
P.S. Does that song not kill you? “Don’t be a match-toucher!”
