That’s a red flag. But if he’s a minister, less so. However, there are still some shady ministers out there as we all know.
Heh, when I was in the USN back in the Seventies, there was a guy in my squadron from Mississippi. He was humorously depraved, thin as a rail, lip filled with snuff, and impossible to not like. Always had a big grin.
He was only maybe 20 years old, but let it be known he was a Minister! That alone made me like him. Yeah, he was a cheerful rogue with what I saw and heard he did on liberty with a good deal of alcohol in him and his status as a Minister, well, the man was a walking contradiction!
But, as I said, he got along with nearly everybody (even me, a Yankee). It was his cheerful countenance!
One day, up on the flight deck he had a mouth full of chew. His cheek protruded, and from the side, had the appearance of a pregnant woman’s belly. We were in all our flight deck gear, goggles down, standing on the edge of the lowered elevator just forward of the island.
Below, another plane was bing backed onto the elevator, yellow shirts standing all around to make sure there were plenty of eyes on the operation.
The Minister tapped me on the shoulder, and pointed down at a yellow shirt below us. He spit a brown stream, and timing it perfectly with the wind, laid a brown vertical stripe on the back of the guy’s yellow vest. He turned to me with his goggled eyes and let out what must have been a Mississippi “Har Har Har!” though I couldn’t hear him!
He was a character. We all liked him. But he was no Minister. And if he was, he was a fallen one!