As I walked, I asked myself if they really were nice, or if it was trying to be their friend because they were the stars- I got to my car and realized someone had bashed in the back end of it- to the point where the trunk hood was crumbled in pieces all over the place. I sat on the ground and cried. Tears were pouring down my face as I said, "I just got this car yesterday!!!"
I was at this store looking at dresses- the shop keeper was mean mean mean. so I finally stood up to him and asked, "Is this store associated with the LDS church?" (there we little ceramic temples lining the walls)
Confused, and said, "Why yes, but we are not owned by the church."