This morning, my commute was awful. I won't get into the details, but between a water main break and metro being metro, I was one cranky, cranky person. At least on the metro, I got to see a kind of fun sight. There was an older woman sitting down reading Nicholas Sparks's True Believer. Standing next to her was a nun I usually see on my commute reading a Bible.
For some reason, the juxtaposition made me smile... which was much needed during a horrible morning.