"Oh, shit!" Jesus

San and I have a favorite coffee shop/cafe that we visit every couple of weeks. This particular coffee shop decorates its walls with artwork. Not just a little artwork, but enough that you're not quite sure what color paint is being covered by the panels.

The quality of the work varies significantly. One of our favorite amateur pieces is an oil painting that hangs between the cash register and the door. It depicts Christ on the cross, bleeding from the crown of thorns and the wounds on his hands and side. The unconventional part of this piece, which has a price listed as "Any reasonable offer," is that Jesus looks surprised. As if he was taken in by the sudden reality of the situation. As if he is saying, "Oh, shit! Man, this ain't cool! What am I doin' up bleedin' on this thang?! That was NOT part of the deal!"

I call him, "Oh, shit! Jesus."