There is a lovely little church on GA Hwy 16 between here and Carrollton, and recently I noticed their little sign board had changed. I don’t mean to be mean, but the snark is unavoidable.
The sign says, “WHY DOES THE ASPIRIN THAT WORKS ON MONDAY MORNING NOT WORK THE SAME ON SUNDAY?”
I think it means, “SO, YOU GODLESS HEATHEN DRUNKARD, YOU CAN DRAG YOUR ASS TO WORK ON MONDAY BUT CAN’T BE ARSED TO GET UP TO WORSHIP THE LORD THE MORNING AFTER?” I think that’s the point.
But my inner self wants to answer, “Well, actually, given your crowd’s usual understanding of science in general and of biology in particular, IT MUST BE A MIRACLE!”
I regret my unkindness.