The guy who checked my guitar said to me, “So are you in the church of ‘Bob’?”

It was the first time anyone commented on it, so I was caught off guard. “I’m a reverend in the Church of the Subgenius.”

“I’m more of a pastafarian myself.” Pastafarian’s believe the Flying Spaghetti Monster is our creator.

I sort of felt like he was challenging “Bob”. But I don’t really think this makes sense. These higher powers aren’t fighting each other. They’re likely all working together. I doubt “Bob”, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, Eris, or W Alan Yankovic would waste any of their time fighting among themselves. I tell him this, but without all the names and hyperlinks.

He responds: “I guess we shouldn’t talk about religion at this point.” I’m not sure why he said this.

“I don’t know. I’d like to but I might be too distracting while you’re on the job.” I rarely get to talk to other weirdos who know about these fringe religion-cults, but he didn’t seem as enthusiastic to talk as I was.

So I moved on to look at some guitars that I wouldn’t buy. This one is dedicated to you, Guitar Center Pastafarian.