Beer Attack

In city ministry, people loitered outside the Church, and sometimes did things one would rather not mention here. I arrived to conduct a funeral once, dressed in a suit and tie, and asked one such person to leave before the service started. He was holding two large, open cans of beer, one in each hand -- and attacked me with these cans. The beer shot all over my suit -- and then he was gone. But now I was reeking of beer before a funeral. It was mostly my suit jacket, though, which could be replaced with my gown.