So, I, being the ever clumsy secretary that I barely manage to even suck at being, showed up an hour early for our 10:00Am meeting this morning in Glasgow. I was trapped in the rain, without keys to get into my church…so… what does one do?
That’s right, he races, guitar in hand, to his nearest Starbucks.
I set up shop right in the front window nook, which meant I was technically priviledged to three spots worth of room, seeing as how no one’s going to sit with a total stranger, especially not one with his bible open and worship music rolling off his lips.
And then it happened…a random, rather pleasant looking lady went walking by…smirked, stopped, grinned, stared, and then made her way in from the sidewallk, around back into where I was sitting, all the while allowing one of the slowest moving smile I’ve ever seen to still be taking shape on her face…until she was hovering over my shoulder with the words.
Well, bless your heart. I realized what had happened. She couldn’t see the Bible from the sidewalk which means she came in from outside because I was playing guitar. She moved slowly enough to get to me allwoing herself about a good 10 seconds to hear me play…I was singing “Dearly Loved” by Jimmy Needham.
She then saw my bible on the table…and so…apparently the combination of my rudmentary guitar and the bible was enouh to have her give me her newly purchased yogurt.
Think of the possibilities…I could play guitar and earn milk, eggs, celery stalks, mangos, sourdough bread…
I just thought it was important that everyone knows how I now plan on shopping.
God bless the Scottish.