Used Toothpicks
So I went to a little get together to celebrate a baby dedication after our Saturday Night service. I didn't eat lunch or dinner so I tactfully made my way over to the food table, but I was starvin marvin. So I start piling things on my plate and I noticed two toothpick containers. One of them was vertical with lots of toothpicks scrunched together. And then there were some toothpicks randomly sitting in a little dish that were laying horizontal. The horizontal ones were easier to grab, and I was extremely hungry. So I grabbed a bunch and picked some meatballs and chicken nuggets.
Once my appetite was partially satiated I read the little note in the little dish with the horizontal toothpicks. It said: "Used toothpicks."
Hmmmmm, boy. That'll whet your appetite!
It was gross enough eating my food with toothpicks that someone else used to eat their food. I'm just hoping they didn't use the toothpicks to pick their teeth too :) Yummy!
Once my appetite was partially satiated I read the little note in the little dish with the horizontal toothpicks. It said: "Used toothpicks."
Hmmmmm, boy. That'll whet your appetite!
It was gross enough eating my food with toothpicks that someone else used to eat their food. I'm just hoping they didn't use the toothpicks to pick their teeth too :) Yummy!
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I do that kind of stuff all the time. I love doing it. In part, because it keeps me from taking myself too seriously. And in part, because after God finishes laughing with/at me, he manages to turn each incident into a teachable moment. It's always fascinating to see what life lesson he pulls out of my latest foible.
Thanks for sharing. Dennis
Mark -
Thanks for sharing. I'm new to your blog but I'm already second guessing my decision to lurk here. First there's the coffee out the window at freeway speed and now this.
On the one hand, it's nice to know that "men of the cloth" are no more intelligent than their average church member. It goes a long way to explain why you get to be behind the pulpit on Sunday morning. You MUST be called 'cause you sure ain't suave!
On the other hand, realizing that your 'spiritual leader and guide' may actually be a bigger dork than you are could be a turn off to those folks not having a call of their own to be part of your posse no matter what.
It's nice to know that I only have to worry about how to make sure there's enough money in the check book at the end of every month and that I treat my wife well enough that she lets me back in the house at the end of every day. If I had to add to that all that you're dealing with ... let's just say it wouldn't be pretty ...
Thanks again for your honesty, transparency and vulnerability!
Blessings,
Ken
Used toothpicks are nothing compared to used Communion cups! :o)
A friend of mine spent an entire church service just waiting for it to end so he could get home and watch "the game." He was so distracted when he went forward to take Communion, instead of going forward to the side where you are supposed to get Communion, he went to the side where people were exiting. He picked up one of the used Communion cups (that still had some wine in it) and downed it, before he realized they were the used cups. :o)
He decided that was God's way of punishing him for not paying attention in church.
You kill me bro. Between this post and your freeway coffee out the window and in your face post, I am learning to laugh at myself more (after I stop laughing at you, of course). I can't stop laughing at this one.
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