THE TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DATE
A young lady we know went on a fun date last night, downtown to the Jazz on the Green event by Joslyn Art Museum. As is the habit of young adults these days, they got a late start. Even though her friend drove up in a jazzy Jeep, the young lady drove down there in her car. Why? Because her hair gets messed up when she rides in his jazzy Jeep.
So they got down there, and she parked. She saw the “No Parking” sign, but they were late, and there were four or five cars already there in the enormous lot. It seemed to be OK. They went to the concert and enjoyed it immensely.
But you guessed it: they got back, and her car had been towed. Then they suffered the embarrassment of going to the only business that was open in the area – a motel – to get a phone book to call the impound lot. Not only was it late at night, but her date was carrying their picnic blanket and it was what they used to call a “compromising” situation.
Luckily, friends were available to pick them up and take them home. But on the way, a motorcycle gang of middle-aged nerds cut them off systematically on the Interstate all the way home. The last one even waggled his rear end at them in a surrealistic taunt.
To top off the evening, the fine is going to be $150, a huge bite out of the take-home pay of her summer job.
But here’s the thing: she is so gracious and sweet, and has such a good outlook on life, that she thought the whole thing was kind of funny. With all the seriously bad things going on in the world, in perspective, it really kind of was.
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Prayer request: Father, thank You for making this young lady so mature and good-hearted, and thank You that her father didn’t go bananas and make her feel even worse than she already does. Instead, he wisely said, “These things happen. That’s how you learn.” May we all learn, and be able to laugh, eventually, when things go wrong in our lives. (Proverbs 8:32,33)
Friday, July 29, 2005
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