Ok… every now and then you have a significant ego check. You just don’t expect it to happen in the check out line at Wal-Mart. For you metropolitan bloggers out there (whom I will refer to from this point out as metroggers… another perhaps original…), you may not understand the joy and simplicity of a trip to Wal-Mart. For us more rural bloggers (uh, can we say RNB’s… red neck bloggers), this trip to bargain mecca is so much more than a shopping trip. It’s our mall, our hangout, our social extravaganza. When there’s no home game, and it’s after dark, then hey, a trip to Wal-Mart is to us what sitting in those rocking chairs at Cracker Barrell is to you city folk who think you’ve gotten in touch with your roots.
I digress. I went to Wallyworld yesterday (first popularized by Chevy Chase in the original “Vacation” but now used by those in the know to refer to theme park/bargain store/town hall/front porch place formerly known as Wal-Mart. I was there with Phillip Slaughter and his new bride, Rosie – Phillip’s the co-pastor of Journey. We had gone to pick up some supplies for our new worship location.
In line, the older lady who was checking us out looked at our threesome with familial joy and exclaimed sweetly to me, “Oh, is this your son or your daughter?” …
Later that night, after bail had been posted and a date set for my trial for “aggravated” assault… I finally realized why it’s called “aggravated..” Heck, I’m 37 stinking years old, and she thinks that Rosie or Phillip are my kids? Aaargh.
P&R kept their mouths shut as we finished checking out. I didn’t even correct the lady. I just said, “He’s also the co-pastor of our church.” She couldn’t believe it. Said he looked too young. She was also just as shocked to discover they were married. Maybe it’s P&R that look SO young rather than me looking old enough to be their father…
On the way out of Wallyworld, Phillip asks, “Can I have some candy, Dad?”
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