since i regaled you all with the little tale of why i love my church, i thought i would now tell you why i love the city where i live....
so 2 sundays ago (the sunday after vbs) we were at our church in tallahassee (as opposed to st. teresa beach church where we spend a lot of of sunday mornings in the summer, which by the way is a REAL church at st. teresa beach). after church we went out to lunch with a group of the college students. i went to the restroom in this lovely local establishment and then came out and THANK THE GOOD LORD FOR HIS PROVISION that our table was RIGHT NEXT TO THE RESTROOM because unbeknownced (is that a real word?) to me, my skirt had become tucked into my unmentionables.
i stopped and chatted with some of the students at the end of the table RIGHT NEXT TO THE RESTROOM. so i had only traveled 3 feet from the restroom at this point and hadn’t strutted my stuff all through the restaurant (yet again, THE LORD IS GRACIOUS TO A MERE SINNER MADE OF DUST AND WEARING A SKIRT TUCKED INTO HER UNDERWEAR). perhaps if lands end made tugless “church and bathroom skirts” this would not be a problem for me (i am still waiting by the phone to hear from lands end contacting me to be their spokesmodel, even dan burns is going to buy one of their skirty suits and HE IS A BOY)...
this is where my LOVE for my city comes in because it just so happened (again, the LORD PROVIDED A WAY OUT FOR HIS WAYWARD CHILD EXPOSING HER BACKSIDE TO THE WORLD) that a neighbor of mine (and a good st. teresa gal too) was walking right up behind me and saw more than she wanted to see and was johnny on the spot and pulled my skirt into the place where a skirt should be, which is covering your rear end (in case you didn’t know where a skirt was supposed to be). i am certain that she saved me from everyone in the restaurant pulling out their cell phones and posting photos of my posterior on facebook. and if you EVER see a photo of my rear end on facebook, please do not tag it with my name....
now would that happen in some big city? would my neighbor and friend be right behind me? we always say that you shouldn’t talk about anyone when you are out to lunch in tallahassee because they are most likely sitting in the booth right behind you. well, that has a positive side. someone you know might be right behind you to pull your skirt out of your underwear. you take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have... (uh oh, my inner 80’s girl is coming out).
everyone always comments on how EVERYONE knows EVERYONE in tallahassee (truth be told, i am actually related to 50% of the people so it made a much smaller pool that i had to get to know). sometimes it is a bit frustrating to “run into” publix for 5 items (in sweaty gym clothes) and “run into” 38 people that i know (and then it takes 45 minutes to pick up 5 items).
but when you are a gal who might come out of the restroom in a compromising situation, it is good to know your neighbors (and be on their good side so they don’t pull out their cell phone and take a photo).
ok, no more talk of backsides (i have a theme in the last two blog entries). i won’t speak of rear ends, covered or uncovered for a least a month or so...