It was a day of inconveniences, the kind where you wonder if you’ll be able to get it all done.
Since I was driving out of town the next day, taking my car to the shop for its past due oil change was top priority. The wait was hours long without an appointment (what? they take appointments?!), and I could’ve kicked myself for not bringing work along, or better yet, a book from my never shrinking stack. I called my son to see if he could leave his job to come and get me. He said yes, but even his time was limited, and he didn’t have the extra minutes to run by the grocery store on the way home so I could grab something to cook for dinner.
Influenced by both (where we biked or walked everywhere) and my husband’s wellness plan at work (that pays us to track health and fitness), I made the decision to have him drop me at Publix and I’d walk home.
While I had mentally calculated the distance between home and Publix – a little more than a mile – I hadn’t factored in July’s stifling heat and humidity. Mylanta, summertime in middle Georgia is a big, fat, steamy sauna.
I crossed the street into my neighborhood, sweat-drenched and questioning my sanity. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, especially if I wanted to have dinner ready before midnight. Now, I would’ve been happy to troll the pantry and make a meal out of Cream of Mushroom Soup and Ritz Crackers–aren’t they the base of every good casserole, anyway?
About that time I sensed a car approaching from behind, slowing down beside me. I kept a confident and determined stride, staring straight ahead and painting a fiercely intimidating expression on my face (a surefire method for disarming potential kidnappers and murderers). I tried to act like I didn’t notice them…
Which is next to impossible when the window rolls down and you hear…
Please to discover what happens next!
(It’s a story I love.)
Oh, friend. This story is vintage Robin. Love every square inch of it.
I can just imagine you in that back seat, sweat rolling off your back, but joy at the gift of spending time with those “fellows.” I do hope you told Tad that a couple of fellows gave you a ride!
Ha!! Why yes, I did. He was like, “Huh???” Good times in the Dance house ;). xoxo
Robin,
Loved this story! Isn’t it just like God to give you a ride home & a lesson in hospitality at the same time. God can use anyone or anything to teach us lessons. I bet you had a time riding with the Fellows. Tell your hubby a couple of Fellows gave you a ride home.
Blessings 🙂
Smiling right along with you, Beth :).