I ordered a smoothie, not a Bible verse. I’m on my lunch break, stressed, hungry, trying to mind my business, and I grab my cup and it’s got “Psalm 34:18” written across the lid like I signed up for a religious add-on with extra protein.
Nobody asked what I believe. Nobody asked if I even want scripture on my food. You don’t know me. You don’t know my life. You don’t get to scribble your faith on my order and call it “encouragement.” So I walked right back up and asked who thought it was okay to turn my strawberry banana into a sermon. When she said she just likes “spreading positivity,” I told her positivity isn’t permanent marker on a product I paid for. I made them remake it and made sure the manager knew I don’t tip for surprise ministry.
And before anyone says I’m overreacting, imagine if it was any other belief written on your drink. It’s always “it’s just a verse” until someone pushes back. I ordered fruit, not a spiritual assignment. If that makes me dramatic, fine. Keep your scripture off my cup and we won’t have a problem.
