This is the conversation SOB and I had in the car on the way to church.
SOB: I'll go to church with your parents, but if I see Mr. X* then I am never going to church again.
Me: Ok, it's a deal. I promise I'll never guilt you into it again.
Guess who sat two rows in front of us at church?
*Mr. X is a random guy we went to high school with who's parents also live in my home town. Oh, and they used to have a big beef with each other when they were 17. We always seems to run into him at the least opportune moments. He also happens to live less than two miles from us in Philly and is possibly a millionaire.
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