Much like the Spanish Inquisition, no one expects a religious experience. It’s just one of those things that sneak up you when you aren’t lookin’. If not the sight of Saint Pete at the gates or Archangel Michael eating tacos, what could you attribute the expression on this guy’s face to?
Point of note: One of Saint Peter’s patronages is Horology. Horology and Whoreology? These homonyms are two entirely different things and will guide you down two very different internet rabbit holes.
Maybe this muff looks so in awe to me because I keep thinking that his lips are an open mouth – My God, It’s full of stars.
But upon closer inspection, he does seems to have bags under his eyes. Perhaps his look is less rapture, more why did I wake up behind a dumpster in a winter coat, with no pants and one shoe on. I mean, who doesn’t know THAT feeling?
Wait, what? No… one… else..?
Well, would you look at the time. Lunch hour is over, best be running along.
If you’d like to visit this muffler man, you’ll find him in Raleigh, North Carolina.