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My family and I were driving home from my cousin's house after enjoying a nice holiday meal, when my wife and I saw a beat-up old van with the Utah license plate "666." Here it was on Easter Sunday, the one day that truly represents what Christianity is all about, and I have the luck of running into Satan on I-15.
As a side note, Lucifer actually uses his blinker, and seemed like a relatively courteous driver. I was going to call my priest for a blessing, or the Utah State Tax Commission to complain. But both of those options seemed to be too much work. Rather, I went home, opened a bottle of Merlot, and enjoyed watching my kids come down from their sugar high.