I’ve had a few people express concern about my story “Terrorists in the Elevator.”
It had nothing to do with the sad fact that an evangelist would get the boot from the mall for preaching in an elevator. Nor was the concern focused on the rough treatment I endured at the hands of over-zealous guards. No it had to do with matters weightier than all of that: Did I ever purchase the gift for my wife?
I didn’t purchase the item, but my partner, Ray, did. And immediately thereafter was swooped upon by six—count ’em, six—Security guards who were kind enough to accompany Ray, gift in hand, out of the mall.
Just thought you’d like to know!