It’s Saturday night. We need groceries. I tell My wife I’ll drive if she will run in. She heads out to the truck in a hoodie and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle PJ bottoms. I think OK, Walmart run. Nope. The nice, upscale grocery store just down the street. Just before closing. Where all the neighbors go shopping on Saturday night. The neighbors I go to church with. All shopping tonight so they don’t need to go shopping on the sabbath.