So, on Saturday the husband was playing a show for World Peace Day/Hiroshima Remembrance Day. It was at a big, beautiful church in New York City. There were many religious leaders and performers there. I was supposed to sing with the husband, so along with all of the other performers, I was sitting on stage. Actually, it was more like the altar. The performers were on one side of the altar and the religious leaders sat on the other side.
Sitting directly across from us was a monk who looked like Odd Job. He never cracked a smile once during the two-hour performance.

*Side note- The husband was supposed to perform three songs. I was supposed to sing on the last one. They cut him off after two songs because the show was running long, so I didn't end up singing. But, I didn't mind because I got to see Josh White Junior perform.

Anyway, so the husband and I are sitting up there, and it's kind of a somber event, when all of a sudden someone's cell phone goes off. I'm thinking to myself "what a dick" when I notice that the monk sitting across from me is fumbling under his robe. It was the monk's cell phone. I shit you not.

Even monks have cell phones???

What's next? Bushmen with Tivo?