When it comes to religion, I've probably done most and at least paid a quick visit to the rest, with a stop off for post cards at the "Shrine of Bob The Cat, Prophet of The Large and Sacred Tuna".
But even she can be pushed beyond her tolerance limits:
I went to the Post Office on Tuesday and while I was minding my own business, tossing junk mail into the trash bin, a guy of indeterminate age walked up to me and demanded to know if I "knew the Lord?"
"Not recently, he never calls me these days, he never writes," I said.
Read the whole thing, for Lo! she is right on.