Sunday, May 15, 2011

The Snowball Affect

I fell victim to the snowball affect. One beer led to another, which led to another and somewhere down the mountain it finally came to a rest. But the damage was done. I parted ways with my drinking friend, the snowball enabler, and made my way to the local grass fed grocer. I was hungry, and had it in mind to make a fire and grill something up. I had just gotten out my car when a lady approached me. She was a Mexican lady about forty some.
“Will you give me a ride?”
“Where to?”
“York and fifty-six by the McDonalds.”
It didn’t take me long to figure out that she was a working-woman. She wasn’t the most attractive woman in the world, but she had a quality to her that seemed honest.
“Yeah, I give you a ride, but I need to buy a steak first.”
“Okay, honey, I’ll be at the Ninety-nine cent store, I’ll meet you back here.”
"Okay."
It felt like we were in a relationship. We had put a team together. I went into the grocery store and did my thing, and she went her way and did her thing. It was comforting to me in some way.
I picked out a steak and promptly insulted the cashier/owner.
“When’s Crosby coming back?” I asked.
Crosby is musician that plays music at the store. He was on tour.
“He’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Oh, how annoying.”
I failed to tell the owner that Crosby is a friend of mine and that I was just being sarcastic. I didn’t have time for details. The owner was looking off into the distance while I punched in the numbers to my debit card. He was agitated.
I walked out of the store and met the working-woman as planned. She got in my car, and I started to drive.
I thought about Jesus and the company he kept.
“What’s your name,” I asked.
“Maria.”
My Jesus moment took on a new meaning.
“Honey, I can do you a favor, since your giving me a ride?”
I knew what she meant by favor.
“Oh, all I have is dollar,” and that was the truth.
"You and I are in the same boat."
I kept driving.
“Turn here honey. Make a left here honey.”
I found myself in a back alley. I thought Maria was going to do something for free.
“Right here honey.”
I stopped the car. Maria got out. She said good-bye, and that was that.




























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