The child is rude and dirty, Mary grace is pimply and fat, the old woman was leathery and out of style and so on and so forth. Sure she is over judgmental, but I think almost everyone is guilty of petty judgments to some degree. It is not until paragraph twenty three that Mrs. Turpin's hubris kicks into high gear. She considers herself a religious person, yet she is blind to the fact that Jesus spent most of his time with prostitutes, beggars and simple fisherman. In essence, the type Mrs. Turpin has to look down to see from atop her high horse. The fact that she imposes her own prejudices on Jesus in her fantasy about becoming a "nigger or white trash" is ludicrous. In this sense she puts herself on the same level as God himself. How pretentious for her to believe that Jesus would give her the opportunity to choose her plot in life and even more so that Jesus would use such offensive words such as nigger or white trash to describe his own creations. Mrs. Turpin counts her blessings and place in society like an old miser counting his money again and again. She jumps at the opportunity to share her blessings with the waiting room in paragraph forty one, "We got a couple acres of cotton and a few hogs and chickens and just enough white-face that Claude can look after them himself" (413). No one asked her to detail her assets; she just flaunted it as if to establish some moral high ground in the waiting room. The most laughable passage concerns another on of her creation games where she just beams with pride as she tells Jesus that she would rather be a good woman than rich. Just as the reader has taken about all they can stand from this devil woman O"Connor throws us a bone in the form of a book. At Mrs. Turpin's pinnacle of pride in her situation in life she is laid low by a book thrown by the Grace of God. .
Not many of us are blessed with the faith and understanding of Job and Mrs.