text: My fingertips were numb as I stood under a busstop shelter with 6 more poor bastards waiting to take the same ride into town as I. They were seasoned visitors, most of which probably lived less than a mile from the rickety shelter we now stood. I was tired. I leaned up against a supporting beam, my legs weak and probably trembling. I had been walking all week. No luck with hitchhiking. Apparently I used up the rest of my luck on my last ride when he didn't kill me or sell my internal organs. I know my legs must have been trembling because a nice older women asked me if I wanted to sit, and she offered me her seat. I told her I would be alright and thanked her anyways. She reverberated what I remember from my catholic alter boy youth vividly as a Bible verse from Deuteronomy. "You shall also love the stranger, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt." She said referring to me as the stranger. Her offer was tempting but I couldn't take a seat away from such a sweet lady. We talked more. She sure knew her text. She kept notice of my shaky legs and finally she said to me "The Lord watches over the strangers; he upholds the orphan and the widow." And gestured to the seat. I finally agreed to take her seat, as I was near about to fall over and the offer felt well-timed. Maybe the Lord was looking over my shoulder after all. I was so tired. "Could you watch my bag while I shut my eyes ma'am. And wake me up if Bus 33 shows up. I would appreciate it." "Why of course," she responded. She was happy to help. I rested my head on the wall and shut my eyes. I must've dozed because I woke up and it was dark. I was cold and shaking even worse than before, only this time it was my whole body. I was vibrating like a cell phone. A wave of confusion flushed over me. My lack of understanding was short lived as I looked to my right and the lady, as well as my belongings, were nowhere to be seen and probably miles away by now. "Goddamnit!" That lady spoke like a priest and went on to rob me blind! And worse yet, all those people there watched it all go down and payed no mind to even wake me before my bus arrived or to let me know I'd been fucking robbed. Luckily my bus fare was in my pocket so I still had a ride into the city. I caught the next bus, but fuck me if I don't miss my fucking tent right about now. How can someone who's read so much of the bible act so vile? Was it all bullshit, I pondered. Did she even believe the words she spoke or was it all just a gimmick to let my guard down? Maybe. Or perhaps it's those wayward sons and daughters that need God the most. Maybe she was tricking herself more than she was I. I hope she sleeps well tonight. And she will. That was a really nice tent. Hey, thanks for reading! If you enjoyed the story then gimme a follow. This is my first posted short story. Don't hesitate to give criticism or grammar corrections.