In the union, there was this table set up of religious people talking about "The Passion of Christ." As I walked past the person at the west door, she asked, "Do you know about Jesus?"
I replied, "I'm Jewish. I killed him." She looked at me, bewildered, and moved on.
At the east door, there was another one of them. This one asked, "Have you seen the movie 'The Passion' yet?"
I replied, "No, but I read the book." He looked at me confused, so I clarified. "The bible." He nodded and gave me an insincere smile.