Thank you, #theatheistpig, for your comic about #Christian plumbers!
As illustrated above, something similar happened to me a number of years ago when I was frequenting this little sandwich place a few feet away from my apartment. It was a delusional place to start. The proprietor kept claiming it to be a “family restaurant” when, unlike actual family restaurants like IHOP, it had little space, poor kid- and family-friendly branding, and a menu that simply wasn’t that inspired or long. But the proprietor insisted. “Family restaurant!”
One day, after buying a sandwich or slice of cake or something, I made some not-worth-remembering remark about some not-worth-remembering subject. Maybe it was some polite, bullshit question. The
proprietor’s answer was, “Well, we’re Christians!” all nice and excited.
How did he expect me to respond? “Oh, that’s a relief! I thought you were baby-eating Satanists! Imagine my relief to now know that you instead worship blood sacrifice, vicarious atonement, and other stupid bullshit!” Did he mean, per the above comic, that being Christian made his food, service, work ethic, or anything else better than if he weren’t? Didn’t his boisterous self-praise automatically imply that those who weren’t Christian were thus either at least not what he was claiming of himself or at most the opposite?
Wait a minute! It was a socially-scceptable personal slight! Of course he didn’t know that, but it would have been structurally no different had he said, “Well, we’re teeth-pluckers!” Yes, theology and incompetent dentistry are different things, but the implication, that what he was claiming of himself and that such a claim was superior to alternate claims, was no different than had he declared himself an amateur dentist.
It’s also a pretty fucking stupid thing to do unless you know that your client or potential client is of your ilk. Because, petty as it may be, I never went back as long as I knew he was there. I figured if you’re willing to broadcast your beliefs presumptively to belief-incognito customers, then fuck you. You have no sense of customer relations and you don’t deserve my business.
Had the “restaurant” sign read something with “Christ” or “Christian” in it, then it’d be a different issue. It’d be my choice to enter an establishment with proprietors proclaiming their beliefs. And if I’d taken any offense, that would’ve been my problem entirely.
But that’s not what happened.
Like so many other religious, this idiot assumed that everyone would or should agree with him. He went bankrupt within weeks. (And yes, I know there’s no causative relationship between his idiocy and his lack of business acumen.)