Christian Hypocrisy

Today, like every Sunday, I went to church with my dad. It was nice, as always. For me, going to church is like taking a shower after a week of rolling around in filth. It is always refreshing, and always brings up my spirits.
But today, like everyday, there is one person who knows how to but me down to size.
My father's girlfriend, of course. [Let us just call her "The Nameless One". . .]
After church my father and I went home and I made him breakfast, and cleaned up around the house and in my bedroom, and around 12 o'clock my dad asks if I would like to go out to lunch with him and Rena. I thought it might be nice to do. It was not like I had anything else to do. Besides, I admittingly do not spend enough time with him.
So we go to pick her up, and honest to God, the very minute she got into the car she started trouble.
Now, I would like to set something straight, I highly despise talking about people. I truly, truly do. That, and many other things like it. The Nameless One has a terrible habit of talking about people, I mean terrible. So, back to the story, the very moment she sat in the car, the first words out of her mouth were, "Did you see so-an-so? He walked in a few minutes ago. Told me to tell you hello. Did you see his girlfriend with him? She's so short. Looks like a chiuaha. She's not pretty at all."
I'm sitting in the back, and I sigh deeply with discomfort and mumble under my breath, "That's not very nice. . ."
She says, "What?"
"Nothing."
"No what, what did you say?"
"I said, that is not very nice."
So The Nameless One swiftly turns around to look at me, and peering over her bottlecap glasses she says, "Don't you even dare try that with me! You're always talking about people! Calling them fat, and ugly."
"No, that is you. You are the one always talking about people. You are always talking about people. It never ends."

. . .and she calls herself a christian. . .

She just turns back around and yaps on.
I do not like her.
Not one bit.
I swear, sometimes I feel like I just want to push her out the car door, or off a cliff, or something. . .
Then, as if that were not enough, she has the audacity to laugh her high-pitched, appalling laugh and say, "I'll tell ya what, people were happy and smiling all day until I got in this car!"
My dad replies, "Yeah, because we're the assholes here. . ."
My only words were, "Everyone was fine until you got in."

. . .enough said.