Sunday, July 30, 2006

Jesus Loves You!

The other day I stopped at a little corner store/gas station/check cashing place that I have gone to for years, even though now I don't live close enough to walk to it. You know the one, where the owner and the long time employee knows me by name. It was here before the new subdivisions & stores & auto repair shops, and I never buy gas there, because it is more expensive than the Quik-trip that I now live close to, but since I pass it to get to the highway I find reasons to stop.

I needed a cold bottle of water & some lottery tickets (uh-oh lottery tickets & Jesus in the same post?)

When I drove up I should have known it wasn't going to be the normal quick stop. I see a small rusty truck with tools, ladders & the other handyman junk that you typically see. A lady and her son at the entrance to the store, and an older white man standing close to the store reading a paper (hmm that's a little unusual). As I am backing in to my parking space a young man that looks to be in his 20's walks past me (he's black that's normal for this area). He walks toward the man reading the paper. I've finished parking the car.

As I open my car and turn to get out, I am eye level to their hands. OMG did I just see, yes there is a little package in the white guy's hand now. OK, Remnants, act like you didn't see that. Just walk past them and go in the store. Black guy watches me walk past.

What?! Lady with son, "I said the door is locked, but the lights are on, so maybe the clerk is in the restroom. " "Oh, I say," that's unusual." Still pulling on locked door, peering into the store. I am sooo thirsty, nervous, ready for that Mega Millions ticket, and running late to appointmnent.

Whew! When I turn around young man is gone, and white guy is getting in the old rusty truck. I am glad I don't have to walk past them again. I get in my car and pull off, wait for traffic to pass store so I can get on the road. As I speed down the road in my 10 year old clunker, I pass white guy in rusty truck.

Did I mention the signs on the truck? Oh, printed on them were the words, "JESUS LOVES YOU"


Freaky Deaky said...

Maybe he meant the Spanish name Jesus, instead of Jesus. People get them mixed up all of the time, lol.

Have you been back since? Don't tell me the clerk was later found dead in the back room or something.

Remnants of U said...

@ Freaky - Ha-ha you know you might have something. Hay-suess may work for him. LOL

I have passed the store a few times since then, and there was no police tape, so I know all is well at at the Corner Store. :-)

Serial_Dater said...

I've found that there is a direct correlation between Jesus and lottery tickets.

Growing up in the church, I discovered that a lot of church folk also played the lottery. And most of them prayed to win. ;o)

Remnants of U said...

@Serial - Church folks playing lotto & praying to win. I guess I am around the closet lotto playing church folks. Shh it isn't something they talk about in public. LOL

West said...

I dunno. If churches do Bingo, I don't see what's so bad about Lotto.

Remnants of U said...

@ West - I don't have a problem with either, but living in the Bible Belt and working with people that "don't buy lotto tickets" but are waiting until a family member wins. What?

Actually, I forgot about bingo. My dad and I used to go to the VFW and play when I was about 12.