He watched her blow in through the “Exit Only” sign and tear into the only “Fifteen Minute Only” parking spot left before she hopped out and into the drug store. He was glad he wasn’t exiting as she was entering.

Thirty minutes later, she sauntered through the doors and headed to her SUV.

He saw the decal fleur-de-lis crosses plastered all over the rear window and the plastic fleur-de-lis cross dangling from the rear view mirror.

“I assume you are a religious person,” he said.

Proudly she stated, “Yes, indeed. I am a follower of Jesus.”

“I saw you blow in through the exit only and you have doubled your allotted time in a fifteen minute space. What would Jesus do?”

“Well, I see you have been watching me. I know he wouldn’t judge me,” she said laughingly.

“I’m just asking WWJD. Those who flaunt the fleur-de-lis cross better walk the walk.”

She pulled out and sped away giving him the thumbs up on the way out.

“She must be a good Christian,” he said to himself, “She didn’t flip me the bird.”

It is said that a conscience is what you do when you think no one is looking.

As he stood there in his self-appointed righteousness, he wondered if he would have been so bold if the driver had been a big, burly skinhead with tattoos all over who probably was “packin’ heat.”

He thought to himself, ah, faith vs. the survival instinct.