Every morning at the top of the escalator at Grand Central Station there is a person handing out religious pamphlets. Every morning the person handing them out doesn't offer one to me. Now even if they did stick their hand out, I wouldn't take one, but I can't help but wonder why I am being skipped. The person changes, but every morning with no exception, I am overlooked. Is it because I look God fearing already? Do I look too far gone to even attempt salvation? I suppose I won't worry about it until the pamphlet handers starts wearing garlic around their necks and shouting Jezebel at me.