Even the thought of a confrontation with someone, anyone, is enough to put me in a cold sweat. Usually, when I attempt to let my point of view be known, I either totally water-down my true sentiments or I go completely over the top like Steve Martin's Neil Page to John Candy's Del Griffith in the movie Planes, Trains and Automobiles. And so it was with some trepidation that I broached the subject of a possible fork in the road with regards to my continued return ride home with Father Herman. It was somewhere during this excessively long, stammered out horse crap, that Father Herman produced a heretofore unseen Bowie-style Hunting knife, which he began whetting with a stone. He seemed to have developed an extremely dry mouth and was continually licking his salt encrusted lips and glancing furtively at me. I volleyed back with a whey faced askance look that I am sure pretty much conveyed my intention to deal with this like a man. I will ditch him at the next possible opportunity!
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