Let Jesus into your heart or, better yet, don't

Proselytizers just love my work it seems. I've had people give me pamphlets about heaven, I've seen fliers at my work for months that openly call for religious discrimination, and seen a defense of the US being a theocracy (though, admittedly, that was in the paper, not an proselytizer in person).

Today, being Christmas, I guess it should be expected that something would come up. I mean, every other Christmas has been uneventful, but this town just seems to love it's Jesus so much, it can't help but get a little bit on you.

About twenty minutes before the end of my shift, the friend of a co-worker of mine stopped in. They talked for a bit, my co-worker began to count down his drawer. I was helping customers, and so I only to got to hear and not partake in a nice long rant about this co-worker needed to accept Jesus into his heart. He's got to worry about sin, work towards eternal life, and understand that Jesus made all the bad stuff go away.

Would've loved to have been able to say "Sorry, but if you don't work here, you can't sell anything here, especially bullshit." But, again, customers. Why be possibly offensive to them, when it was just that douchebag that needed a signal to take a hike?

Usual standard replies. Why do we need to imagine an omnipotent being, who creates people then blames them for his own mistakes? You are your body and your brain. I sell soda, cigarettes, energy drinks, and now beer all day -- my job is to allow people to alter their brain chemistry to feel different and change their moods/behaviors. There's nothing that we know of in human experience that requires a soul -- so what's there to save? What's there to live on "eternally?" What's so good about spending eternity doing nothing by telling a guy "Good job, you righteous dude!"?

So on, and so on.

Of course, sadly, customers come first. ~Sigh~