Imagine the person whose biggest concern when trying to make ends meet working at Starbucks is that a guy is visibly some kind of church employee. Not the hours, not the union busting, not your dickhead manager, not your pay, not your rent, not the climate, not your alienation from the people around you, it's that he has a little white patch on his neck. So you decide to find your catharsis by going "Actually, god's not real "