 So she calls me one night. She goes, hey, there's a priest coming to my church. You want to come hang out? I said, probably not. I said, I've never met a priest that had a pulse or liked what he did. They were just huge negative experiences with priests in my past. And she goes, no, I think this is going to be pretty good. So I'm like, all right, time with you, time with God. What could go wrong?