Today when I walked into Wawa for my afternoon pick-me-up, I saw something that stopped me dead in my tracks: the coffee bar was surrounded by a priest and five nuns. Clad in brown robes with crosses and rosary beads hanging from their hips, they were in all their glory as they peacefully stirred creamer and sugar into their cups. I couldn't help but grin. I guess even the holiest people need a mid-afternoon caffeine boost!
Pulp Fiction: On the Bayfront
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