Going to the grocery store on a Sunday morning always gives me a little bit of guilt. I see other shoppers in their church garb and it's obvious where they have come from. I, in contrast, am in yoga pants, a t-shirt and Converse gym shoes, my hair is leftover from the night before and, at best, I have pulled it back into some pig tails/braids concoction. It's obvious where I have come from: my bed.
This morning I was leaving the grocery store and putting my bags in my car and it started to rain...kinda hard. There was a grungy looking black woman sitting in the back seat of an old beat up car next to mine with the windows down who asked if I was alright...I think she was going to help me unload my groceries, but I told her I was fine. Here is how the rest of the conversation went. Remember, it's pouring down rain, her windows are down and I'm trying to quickly get my bags in my car.
Her: Are you by yourself?
Me: Yep.
Her: Well, I'm sure glad my friend isn't here. He would like you. He'd be all on top of you.
Me: Well, I'll be sure to hurry up and get out of here before he comes back.
Her: Thank you, Jesus.
So I may not have gone to church this morning, but I did a good deed today and it kind of involved Jesus.
And the bonus is I'm not a cracked out prostitute.
Oh my! This is the funniest story! I'm glad to see you're making good friends down there (as I type and laugh)! And you could wear your yoga pants to my church, by the way. Those Southerners are warping your view on everything!
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