Living Down the Street from the Anti-Christ

On my daily commute well anywhere I get to pass by many houses and business, unfortunately one of the places I get to pass by is the notorious Westboro Baptist Chruch, home of one of the most despicable people in the world in my opinion, Fred Phelps.

I remember all too well when I first moved here from New York I was so happy to be here I had never before this one day heard of this umm bigot we will say. I was driving around town and came to a red light, nothing unusually some people on the sidewalk; they looked like they were waiting to cross the street. Well yes they were waiting to cross the street all right little did I know they had intentions of crossing the street and coming straight towards my car. Mind you I am a white girl overweight nothing out of the ordinary; I was in a white 1985 Ford Crown Victoria, sitting at the red light windows down sweltering from the Kansas heat. While I was listening to music and minding my own business I happened to looked up, mainly to see if the light was green yet, however I was brought to a realization that there were people standing near me with signs in their hands, this was right after 9/11 mind you. I thought they were just some whacko's out protesting, however as I started to read their signs they started to form around my car. I wondered what in the heck that I did to set these people off and just kept saying to myself come on green light where you are.

This felt like it was an eternity sitting there, if these people could have killed me with the looks that they were all giving me I would have been dead 10 times over. Luckily a cop was a couple cars behind me and when he hit the horn they disbursed like night crawlers that were about to be plucked out of the ground scrambling back to the safety of the sidewalk.