Yesterday my roommate and I were trying to find something fun to do together since we both had the day off. We ended-up in downtown Pilot, mainly so she could hit the ATM to put some cash in her pocket. We were then going to walk across the street to the candy store, which turned out to be closed, even though it was the middle of the afternoon on a Friday.
We figured it was closed because it was Good Friday. That would make sense, in a nonsensical sort of way. We’re in rural North Carolina, the buckle of the bible belt, and it wouldn’t surprise me if a born again closed a candy store two days before Easter Sunday, one of the biggest candy holidays on the Christian calendar. Around here, they take praising Jesus seriously.