I'll go on TV...

I grabbed my bike and went to buy some milk.
At the traffic lights near the hospital there were 2 men dressed in black, who were jaywalking.
I almost sent them to go f* themselves for jaywalking and went ahead.
Since they were crossing the street, I decided to pass behind them, but while I was passing they suddenly changed direction and yelled "Oh here is a young woman, let's ask her!"

It was at that moment that I noticed the big-ass TV reporter camera. 

I was surrounded and there was no escape... My hairs were greasy and messed up, I was covered in sweat like a catfish because it was hot and I can't ride my bike slower than 20 mph without feeling like a wimp, I was dressed like a truck driver and my bike was completely covered in mud from a previous offroad experience.

So I accepted my destiny and stopped for them (well the other choice was to run them over), praying that they were from a small local TV and not from one of the big channels.
So I started to think:
"Well we had elections a few days ago, they'll ask about elections. Good, I really feel like talking about politics. Let's talk about politics. I'm prepared about politics. Politics. Politics. I've a few things to say about politics."
But the question was about something else:

"Do you believe in Satan?"
 "uuuuuhhhhh.... No?"

"So you think Satan is just an invention of christian religion?"
 "uuuuuhhhhh.... Yes?"

"..."
 "..."

"..."
 "..."

"Ok thank you!"


and after that I could go buy my milk.