Church is fine, but sometimes the people you have to deal with...not so much. A newly married young lady approached me today and she was carrying a handful of beige envelopes, obviously Christmas cards.
"Hey, Quincy...I have something for you," she said in a sing-songy voice. She then proceeded to flip through the stack of cards.
While waiting I tossed out: "How embarrassing would it be if you did not, in fact, have a card in there for me, after telling me that you did, essentially conveying to me that you thought that you cared about me enough to get me a Christmas card, but you forgot that you in fact did not care about me at all."|
My statement was made in jest, an attempt to help pass the time as she looked for the card that would eventually be mine.
She looked up at me and said, "Oh...looks like I don't have one for you."
My laugh of annoyance was loud.
"But...don't worry...I think I have some extras at home. I can get you one."
She then trotted off to verbally assault someone else.
You what kind of church I want? I want there to be a cave somewhere in the world where you walk in, have a chat with Jesus, and go on your way? That would be the best Christmas gift, a lot better than a card.
"Q"
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