Every once in awhile, a few of us at the office get the urge to walk the 300 yards from our office to a local Chevron station to get a drink. Today's journey would include Chris, Jeff and Randall.
The rain was an early deterrent.
"Not for me, my friends. I'm going back inside."
"Ah, come on! It's not that bad."
"Um, yeah, it really is. Enjoy! I'll see ya when you get back."
I walked back into the office only to be followed by the other three. They were dragging their feet and their heads were down. I think Chris may have been crying. As I looked them over, I realized they were all crying, or maybe it was the rain on their faces.....I'm not sure.
"Alright, alright! I'll drive," I said, "let's go!"
I think Randall may have pumped his fist and jumped into the air. Jeff broke into song and Chris immediately dropped to the ground and began kissing my feet.
After I felt the worship was sufficient, we hopped into my truck and drove away.
"I hope you don't mind, but I need to swing by the credit union and deposit a check," I said.
They had already found a 'hard rock' station on my radio; cranked up some Rush, followed by ACDC. I got the feeling they wouldn't mind the detour. Their heads bounced to the music. They enjoyed the music, because the truck swayed back and forth long after I had stopped driving.
After making the deposit, I asked the teller if I could have four lollipops for the children in the truck. She gave me four of them. Before we arrived at the Chevron, we all were holding the lollipops like microphones and we were all singing Big Hair Ballads.
The rain was an early deterrent.
"Not for me, my friends. I'm going back inside."
"Ah, come on! It's not that bad."
"Um, yeah, it really is. Enjoy! I'll see ya when you get back."
I walked back into the office only to be followed by the other three. They were dragging their feet and their heads were down. I think Chris may have been crying. As I looked them over, I realized they were all crying, or maybe it was the rain on their faces.....I'm not sure.
"Alright, alright! I'll drive," I said, "let's go!"
I think Randall may have pumped his fist and jumped into the air. Jeff broke into song and Chris immediately dropped to the ground and began kissing my feet.
After I felt the worship was sufficient, we hopped into my truck and drove away.
"I hope you don't mind, but I need to swing by the credit union and deposit a check," I said.
They had already found a 'hard rock' station on my radio; cranked up some Rush, followed by ACDC. I got the feeling they wouldn't mind the detour. Their heads bounced to the music. They enjoyed the music, because the truck swayed back and forth long after I had stopped driving.
After making the deposit, I asked the teller if I could have four lollipops for the children in the truck. She gave me four of them. Before we arrived at the Chevron, we all were holding the lollipops like microphones and we were all singing Big Hair Ballads.
Ahhh, I miss the good old days.
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