Yesterday was Ash Wednesday. I knew, not because I take especial note of the calendar, and it has been several decades since I have had to concern myself with which colour cassock (red or purple) I needed to wear at the church service of that particular holy day. I knew because one of the Mac Donalds team member was wearing a slightly smudged Roman Cross on her forehead. The Maccas that I most frequently spend my time (mainly availing myself of the free wifi there) serves a very cosmopolitan patronage, and the team members reflect that multi cultural mix. Religious affiliation can in some instances be identifed by those who wear hijabs and Roman crosses, but in other cases it is a little more of a challenge, given that not every Muslim wears a head covering, and not every Christian wears a cross, and that there are also a fair swag of "nones" among the team members. Yesterday, one of the female team members I had seen on many occasions over the past couple of years, was wearing an Ash Wednesday cross on her forehead. Nothing had changed in her demeanour from days or times previously, and the apparent good relationship with her other team mates had not changed either, simply because she was wearing a visible statement of her faith. Nor did the many obviously Muslim customers react discernibly in any way, let alone negatively. Nobody went crazy. Muslims and "Infidels as individuals, or as families" sat peaceably eating their halal burgers and fries in the same space; and among the tableaux of diners, A young woman was serving all, without fear or favour, whilst wearing a clear and unambiguous statement of her faith. It was good to see.