I dreamt last night I was in a grocery store and the butcher, a short chubby black man, was trying to "save" me.
"Have you taken Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?" he asked with a gleam in his eye.
Polite but firm, I deflected the question, and told him his proselytizing was having a contrary effect.
Now, even though it was a dream, I have that urge to go back and revise what I said, make a snappy comment.
Cate Blanchett comes to mind, channeling a surly young Bob Dylan:
"Look Man... how can I answer that question when you have the nerve to ask me?!"