There is no escape from the Game

Today I sallied forth into the wild Scottish weather to attend a bible study that I suspected would be full of old people. This did indeed prove to be the case. (However, the study was very nice. It was on Titus. I like the Very Short Books of the Bible. I think they should be called that. We should do away with names like "the pastoral books" and refer to them as the VSBs. But I digress.) After the study was over, I walked part of the way home with one of the older women. She was an energetic lady who probably wasn't actually that old. She asked me, quite naturally, whether I was an Anglican or United church goer at home. I replied that I attended a Mennonite church and she, much to my surprise, was delighted. And what was her next question you ask? What would a Scottish Church of Scotland attendee like herself be interested in? Guess. "So what" she inquired, "is your last name?" *gasp* Alack and for pity! Even here, far far away from the bastions of the Mennonite faith and the places of Mennonite infestation, I cannot escape the Game.