Last night I got lost after leaving Ventura, and I stopped at a 7-11 to ask if I should get on the 134 from the 101 in Glendale to get to the 57 south to get to I-10. Well, the guy looked at me, and my cynical eye could tell that he didn't understand a word I said. Dangit. He looked Hispanic, and I thought, well, my wife can ask him for directions in Spanish, since her Spanish is much better than mine. I looked at his name tag and it had a non-hispanic name on it. I said "Where you from boy?"He said " Nepal". I told him I was born in Texas, and lived in Arizona, and he told me of the mountains and life in Nepal. I thought it odd that my wife had to pull me out of the gas station. I could have talked to that man all night. What joy! He came from one side of this planet and took a crummy job in a convenience store while going to college, and I was just lost. I got his phone number and e-mail. He is now my friend. The question is being an atheist, should I thank heaven for 7-11?