The family members of my coworkers need to stop dying. I can only write I will keep you in my thoughts in a bereavement card so many times before people catch on that I'm not writing prayers.

If you think I'm over-reacting, then you should see the email that my boss forwarded to the office asking us to boycott the new dollar coins because the phrase In God We Trust was removed. And I quote:

If ever there was a reason to boycott something, THIS IS IT!!!! DO NOT ACCEPT THE NEW DOLLAR COINS AS CHANGE. Together we can force them out of circulation.

I'm already a captive audience to Bible preachers on the train each day. I don't need the double penetration of my-faith-should-be-your-faith at work, too. I'm not suggesting it's wrong to feel the Lord in your heart, but I do have a problem when a person assumes that I want to listen to their sermon instead of that new album on my iPod.

Just once I want to stand up on the train and counter-preach, “Bagels… are really good.” And after I get to the part about the divine spread of cream cheese and salmon, that's when the train conductor announces my stop. "East Point is your next station. Exit here for East Point.”

And as I collect my belongings, I mumble, “Thank God."