Gym, God, and Gore

I wanted to go to the gym, but she was blocking the door and was in mid-sermon. She, a relative of a friend of a relative. Me, a friend to those who let me go to the gym. She had already worked her way through forgiveness, prayer, heaven, conversion, and creationism when she started into Al Gore. Guest or no guest, I had to say something that would end the conversation. So I told her that I didn't believe in god, but that I believed in Al Gore. It worked. I went to the gym and we didn't talk about religion or Al Gore after that. We talked about the warm day, but not climate change, and schooling, but not Sunday school.