Out with three friends tonight. Tried to arrange some kind of parking situation that eventually ended in just putting our cars in line at the valet. Somehow, one of my friends got into an argument with some random dude who may or may not have worked for the bar we were attempting to get into. I caught the latter part, where things got really weird. The random dude kept insisting, "Man, just remember I was trying to be helpful!" Then he turns around and says to my friend, "Wait, don't I know you? I do know you -- you're from Hell! Yeah, you're down there in Hell, and don't be countin' on Jesus to rescue you from down there." Then he turned around and walked away. Honestly, it was one of those times when I wished there was someone in attendance who was named Jesus. Okay, I know it's a little generalizing to say that there's a fair amount of Hispanics who are named Jesus, but it would've been ever so sweet to have someone step up and tell this random dude, "Hey man, I'm Jesus, and I'll pull my boy here out of Hell anytime. He can count on me."