I visited Calvary Shoreline this Sunday, making it three weeks in a row where I’ve been in church. Woot!
It was a particularly cold and windy day. As in, so windy I could have sworn I saw a cow fly past, and was almost knocked on my rear twice while trying to get to the church door. (Note to self: Never wear heels when the weather calls for cold, rain and wind. Much harder to dash from car to church.) After service, I wound up walking behind a guy who was wearing shorts and sandals. Shorts and sandals! Really! Oh, you Californians. Afraid to admit when the weather is too cold for beach wear.
Exiting the church, I turned to him.
Me: “Aren’t you freezing in shorts?”
Shorts guy: “Oh no. My love of king and country keep me warm.”
Me: *loud guffaw*
I think I frightened him with my, um, unique laugh, but I don’t care who you are, that’s funny right there. I think I may have found my male counterpart, because that’s exactly the kind of randomness that would come out of my own mouth.