After finishing eating at the Iron Works Bar b q (as my Google tracker can attest to) I pulled in to park at my garage at a local church. Willy has been the grounds porter for as long as I can remember. I devised a little “fun” interaction with him. I said to him, “Willy, guess what I have in this bag?” “What you got, he said”. “Leftover ribs from lunch. Beef ribs”.
Then I said, “You know the story of Adam and Eve right? Where Adam gave up a rib for Eve?” “Yeah”, he said. “Proves Adam was not a ‘bruther’ since if that was the case he would not have given up his ribs!”
Willy paused, then broke out laughing. He said “you right bruther”.
So we had a laugh. And I walked out of the garage right past Willie. And he said, “You really got ribs in that bag?” I said “Yes Willy” as I started walking a little faster. “I can’t give you 1 Willy”, I said. "They are for a friend coming over".
And he gave me the eye of guilt. Like a puppy dog denied a hug. And usually I would have given Willie my extras, but not today. And now I feel bad. So Jesus forgive me! Oh the angst I live under.
(Sorry to use the forum for a “confession”. I needed to do something waiting for the indictments and the arrests.)