The Truck!

sundaY morning shane had a flat tire; he was going to take the truck but I gallantly told him, "take my car, i'll drive the truck." he gave me his winning smile and was on his way.



i had a nice leisurely morning getting ready for church. my hair cooperated and looked great. i had on my brown straight skirt, a cream colored sweater with its matching jacket, brown alligator heels, anniversary pearls and diamond wedding ring - I was ready to go!

but then...
i walked outside, saw the truck and was immediately horrified.



it was filthy, nasty and FULL of trash! i became aware of the wafting stench that subtly tickled my nose. i said to myself, NO WAY! but, myself said, "you must." i had fleeting thoughts of having a quiet sabbath at home; but they fluttered and then died. swallowing my pride, but not my embarrassment, i faced the challenge head on, accepted the fact that i would be smelled a mile away and that people would think all sorts of stuff - because i was!

i opened the door, hitched up my skirt, and climbed in.



i put my skirt back down where it belonged, buckled my seat belt, started the truck and while looking out the dirty windshield, i laughed at me, sitting in trash and filth wearing my pearls and diamonds.

i parked as far away from the building as i possibly could, like next to the dumpster hoping to blend in.

and, you know i did! i snuck out of church five minutes early so no one would see who the trashy people were that drove that truck!