Conversation with a friend during lunch:

Friend: Read about your priest friend and the Klondike bar…what is up with that?
Me: We have talked at length what to expect in any scenario/situation: dealing with teens/the poor, hostile people on the bus, etc. One time he asked what I would expect @ heaven’s gate.
Friend: go on…
Me: I expect somebody put a hand over my shoulders and say, “I hope it was worth it” as HE tosses me a Klondike bar…
Friend: Even at heaven’s gate, you are asking for food…NOT any food, but a Klondike bar from GOD!
Me: You think I should ask HIM for bacon?

Just my play area – mostly to complain about something