Overheard a conversation at a coffee shop tonight. It was all charlie-brown's-teacher voice until I heard a semi-booming voice say "HOSTELS! I LOVE HOSTELS!" These words were coming out of a fairly well-dressed man who was talking to nice, but attentive folks. He now had my attention so I listened. Best I can tell he's some sort of "Man of God" as he was giving the low-down on the services tomorrow (being Sunday).
Maybe I don't know enough about God, JC and the boys to know whether they fancied hostels. Or whether the kitty-litter-sleeping-boxes in hostels can get a person significantly closer to The Man.
Or maybe my definition of "love" differs from the speaker's.
Even with the most charitable answers to the questions above, I have to say this:
HOSTELS SUCK
