Sometimes, I like to indulge in something I have dubbed The “I Love Jesus” Effect, in which, I – a normally non-retaliating person – has no choice but to react in the exact manner requested.
The “I Love Jesus” Effect is so named because of a bumper sticker, “Honk if You Love Jesus”. One day, when I was still working long hours at the department store, I was about five cars deep at a light at a busy intersection at the busiest time of day. At that point, I’d been cut off about four times, had three customers give me shit that day and was generally cranky. Sitting idly at the stop light, I read the bumper sticker ahead of me: “Honk if You Love Jesus.” I read that bumper sticker, and a wicked Grinch-like grin crossed my lips, and I though, “Hmm, I love Jesus. . . .”
Five-deep in line at a stoplight, I mashed the horn for a few seconds, and wickedly giggled at the thought that the bumper-sticker-lover was going to have to have his car detailed.
I very rarely use the I “Love Jesus” Effect, simply because it’s a douche-y thing to do, but there are just some times where it is completely appropriate. The Boy used it yesterday on me.
We stopped at Circle K so that he could buy cigarettes and I asked if he would buy me a “Polar Pop”, which is Circle K’s gimmicky drink that you can buy a soft drink up to 32oz for only 59 cents – and stays colder longer because the cups are made out of the most Earth-unfriendly Styrofoam. The Boy, both humored and annoyed that I’d called it buy it’s stupid name, stood in front of the soda fountain, though to himself, “Well, it is cost effective to buy the biggest one. . . .”
He came out with the biggest friggin’ soda I’ve ever seen. The base was as big around as a small salad plate. It wouldn’t even fit in my cup holder, I had to squeeze it in there, and hope that I didn’t produce a stress fracture and explode all over the center console of my car.
The worst part is he grinned like an ass every time I had to wrestle it out of the cup holder to take a sip.