“I’m calling the police… and I’m going to press charges.”
—An older gentleman in a pink shirt who was angrily protesting—and trying to interrupt—my preaching to the line at Pink’s World Famous Hot Dogs in Hollywood last Sunday. The cops never came and my daughter burst into tears.

“You’re brainwashed.”
—The young man reading his Gospel tract while waiting in line to enter a bar after the St. Patrick’s Day Parade in Hermosa Beach.