God answered two prayers for me this afternoon in some very unusual ways. Recently, I prayed that the rising gas prices wouldn't affect us, but that He would provide. I also prayed that God would add some more humor to my life. These weren't gut wrenching intercessions, but just prayers in passing.
Well, today, we were headed out to take my son to Key Club and following that he would have his very first job interview at Chick-Fil-A. I was slap happy as all get out and forgot what I was doing. I meant to stop and get gas, but I went the wrong way and we had to swing back around to the gas station, adding minutes to our trip. I was standing there pumping gas and the power went out. I mean the gas pump just shut down. I looked around thinking I'd really done something wrong, but I saw another customer doing the same thing and we both realized it wasn't us, but it was actually the pump. We went inside to inform the clerks and they were as surprised as we were. After much fiddling of switches they hit the right breaker and turned the pumps back on. However, I'd used an ATM card and one clerk told me I'd need to start a second transaction to finish pumping my gas. When I actually looked at how much I'd already pumped I thought it was enough and just about that time the machine spit out a receipt anyway. It had the date and time, but no amount.
I marched inside again and asked for a receipt with the amount on it. One lady printed off a receipt that was for three times the amount I had gotten. I said, "No way!" The other clerk looked at it and said, "Oh, this was the person before you because they used American Express and you didn't." So I said, "How do I get my receipt?" They replied that evidently the machine hadn't charged me because it lost power in the middle of my transaction. I said, "So what do I do?" They said, "I guess you don't get charged for what you've already pumped." I stood there looking at them not knowing what exactly to do, but they weren't wanting any money from me so I said, "Thanks" and walked out, getting my gas for free. I think they just didn't want to go to the trouble to rectify the situation so they just wanted me to skeedaddle and forget it ever happened.
After dropping my son off at Key Club my daughter and I went to the library. We were a little giddy to begin with, but then something ridiculous happened. On our way to the librarian's desk to check out our books I picked up a magazine about local events. I don't know what was on it, but just as we reached the librarians desk I had an allergic reaction and my face started itching so bad that I was screeching and rubbing it vigorously with both hands. I'm not talking about a little itch that you can scratch discreetly. Picture a swarm of mosquitoes all attacking your face at once. I'm screeching, "My face, my face, what's wrong with my face?" and clawing at it. My daughter is trying to help, but she's laughing so hard she can't and the librarian is standing there dumbfounded looking like she's about ready to call the guys with the little white straight jackets. For the rest of the afternoon my face would periodically just start itching so bad and we would all start laughing so hard which only seemed to make it worse. Weird!
To top it off when my son was at his interview the manager told him that he'd really like to meet his mom when she came to get him. I'd already forewarned my son that "Mother's hair is all awry today and she's not at her best so I don't want to meet him today if he wants to meet me." Thank God I'd already told him I'd meet the manager at his second interview because who knows what he would have thought of some puffy, red faced screeching mimi. And what if I'd had an itch attack right there in front of him?
As if we hadn't laughed enough already, tonight I brushed my teeth only to discover when I finished that I had just used my husband's toothbrush. Oh, gag me! Dental cooties aren't something I want to share!
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