**AITA for refusing to autograph a nun’s habit because she confused me with Julie Andrews?**
Okay, so I (45F) was just trying to buy some organic kale at Whole Foods, minding my own damn business, when a literal nun comes up to me, eyes all misty, and shoves a rosary in my face. She whispers, “Oh, Sister Maria, the hills are alive... will you bless this habit?”
I looked around. No cameras. No Sound of Music soundtrack. Just me, a woman who hasn’t sung a note since my shower this morning when I butchered “My Favorite Things.”
So I say, “Ma’am, I am not Julie Andrews. I’m Karen from accounting. I have a 401(k) and a gluten intolerance.”
She starts CRYING. Full-on wailing. “But you have the same cheekbones! You’re practically a saint!”
AITA for saying, “Look, I’m flattered, but the only thing I’m blessed with is a bad back from sitting at a desk for 20 years,” and walking away? The nun is now posting about me on Catholic TikTok as “the fake Mary Poppins who broke her faith.”
TL;DR: NUN THINKS I’M JULIE ANDREWS. I SAID NO. NOW THE CHURCH IS CANCELING ME. AITA?