People literally have no reason to hate pokemon go
“Pale awkward kids are outside” cry me a fuckin river some of them may have depression or social anxiety and wouldn’t be able to get out or exercise otherwise
“No one looks where they’re going” do not sit there and tell me people don’t do that to begin with you all fussed about the same thing when texting got popular
“The stops are inappropriate and disrespectful” ok yeah but the GPS is random and the app just came out so that will be fixed obviously; plus people are visiting historical sites they otherwise wouldn’t visit probably and learn something
“Teenagers-20-somethings are everywhere and it makes me uncomfortable” your 5 year old screaming in the middle of the park makes me uncomfortable bye bitch
“It’s weird and immature” life is weird and immature go fuck yourself
So I’m on my way to work. I noticed a day or so ago that a little church nearby was a PokeStop so I make sure to turn on the app and divert into the church parking lot to collect some pokeballs and maybe some other items.
I see something out of the corner of my eye. I look up and there’s a woman in a red dress at the front doors of the church. She looks very worried. I idle closer and ask, “Are you okay?”
“Do you work here? Or go to church here?”
“No,” I answer. I decide not to elaborate why I’m actually there. “But can I help?”
She proceeds to tell me that her daughter had a flat tire on her way home from Nashville and she was trying to get some financial help from the church for the wrecker service, but nobody was in.
“How much do you need?” I ask.
“Forty three dollars.” She starts to tear up. “I have an honest job, I just need help. You probably think I’m crazy…”
“No!” I assure her. Because what would she think if she knew I was driving around a church I don’t attend looking for a particularly elusive Golbat and hopefully a PokeEgg? “I don’t have any cash on me, but I live fairly close. I’ll be right back.”
I go home, collect some money (catching the Golbat I was looking for in the process!), and return with fifty dollars and a big smile. What are the odds?
“This was God’s work,” she said.
Divine intervention or Pokemon Go or both, I have to say that I never would have seen her there had I not been playing.
