Assembly Line
He wasn't wearing a cassock1. He had on a black softshell jacket and jeans. He spoke fast, in a smooth, continuous stream, like an assembly line. I, like a cartoon character, couldn't keep up with the speed of the belt. "You're definitely bisexual." Naive me, seventeen years old, had forgotten who I was in that factory. A quality control inspector?
1 Cassock: The long, close-fitting robe worn by Catholic clergy. Its absence signals a priest attempting to appear "normal" or "approachable"—a costume change that doesn't alter the power dynamic.