A Sign from God?

Today I had two odd encounters with God (I feel funny capitalizing it, considering I'm atheist but whatever).

1. I went to a psychiatrist today so I can get back on my anxiety/depression medication. Yes I'm crazy, and you already all knew that. It was a new person, obviously, as I don't live in San Francisco anymore. The office had no receptionist. Just a waiting room and a sheet that said "If this is your first visit with Dr X, fill out the green packet and wait." So I filled out the green packet. And waited. And waited another 10 minutes. And another. Dude was half an hour late, which is disconcerting when you have no receptionist to ask if you even are at the right place or at the right time.

As a result of the waiting, I got stuck in the following situation: a middle aged woman enters and looks confused. She says "what, no receptionist?" I say "I guess not" and go back to reading about Steve Irwin in an outdated People. She says "well I don't have time to wait," which I find odd assuming that she was there for an appointment. Instead, she says "I'll just put one right here" and drops a Holy Bible by the Gideons on the counter with O! and Sunset Magazine. I instantly think "oh fuck." She reaches back into her tote and pulls out a pocket New Testament. She looks at me, as the only person there, and says "can I give you a copy of the New Testament?" I shake my head no. She says, with crazy eyes, "BUT ITS THE WORD OF GOD!" as if that will somehow change my mind. I stare back at her, and with the meanest meanness I can muster for a stranger, snap back "I'm at a doctors appointment get the hell out of here," at which point the lady scurries out. I was infuriated, and it takes a lot to infuriate me.

So what the fuck? Who does that at a doctors office on the 9th floor of a high rise on Michigan Ave?? How did she even get in there? The place had a check-in desk on the first floor. I wonder if she singled that office out because it was a psychiatry office - you know, all Tom Cruise-like.

2. Then, I get to work and as I exit the train I'm swarmed by old men in suits with more pocket Bibles. Again, wtf? Get off my campus. They were so pushy too! This can't possibly be an effective means of conversion - shoving your shit onto someone who isn't interested. I'd love to know the true conversion rates for tactics like that, not rates the church supplies.