Ahh...so THAT'S what was wrong...

Now that Carl had some of my Nescafe, he's lightened up a little, and even smiled at me once--if you call that smiling. I hate it when he and I work the same days because I always like to leave the parish 15 minutes early to beat the lunch lines at The Golden Corral. Just because he is studying for his M.Div he thinks he owns the place. Gays and their discipline! No wonder so many of them enter the priesthood!