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Yes, I am the one who posed the land-mine of a question about stress. Things over the last week have been a little bit better, but not too much. Still, we hold tight to the promises that the Lord holds us firm, no matter how hard it may seem at the time, so that’s what I’m doing. Then you get things that just make you laugh, like last night… There are times when, for no apparent reason, the food that I really want has no real nutritional value whatsoever. Whether it be having a nasty day (there are quite a few of these, living in West Texas, where the wind never stops blowing) and wanting to snag some McDonald’s, to randomly feeling my stomach nag at me to pull over at the nearest 7-11 for a couple of chili dogs with Frito’s Cheddar Ranch twists and a Dr. Pepper (this seemingly became an affinity in college after late night “prayer” meetings and whatnot), there are times when my mind says, “What are you thinking?!!” as my stomach tells me, “Give me something you’ll regret!” Last night was one of those times. After constructing Laura Kate’s baby swing (with six different speeds, nature sounds, and music!), I was a little bit hungry. We had plenty of nutritious food in the pantry, but something just wasn’t computing when it came to what sounded good. So, after Carrie got home from watching “The Unmentionable Drama” and was feeling a little restless (apparently something that pregnant women feel quite often), I suggested that we go drive around and maybe get a little something to eat for me. When asked what sounded good, only one thing made me drool… Wienerschnitzel.
That’s right… chili cheese dogs on a pretzel bun with fries and a Mt. Dew. All you calorie counters add that one up (you’ll probably have to use logarithms for it). Anyway, upon pulling up at the newest Der Wiener in Lubbock (at 82nd and Milwaukee), we were greeted with a lady’s voice on the intercom, followed by a post-teenage guy with a squeak in his voice. I placed my order (a #1 for me and a chocolate shake for Carrie), to which “Squeaky” said the total was going to be $15.10. I realize that it’s not uncommon to get gas from chili dogs, but I didn’t know that their cost had gone up to the actual price of gas. So, I made him redo the order and tell me what he had. We waited 15 minutes to get to the window, and then see that he has three drinks lined up. Upon asking him what, exactly, he thought I ordered, he said, “Oh… you only wanted one #1?” to which I stared incredulously at him. “Did you not hear me correct you on the intercom?” At this point, his 15 year-0ld manager came up trying to correct the error; their conclusion was that he should just charge me for the entire buffet of chili-fied goodness then give me money back, to which I just said, “Give me my card!” and drove off. Idiot #’s 1 and 2… Since Der Wiener still sounded so good, we drove to Quaker and just off the loop, where we got to wait in line behind some of those people who still think “The South will rise again!” per their tactful bumper-sticker. Upon pulling up to the intercom, we were greeted by an overly-happy female’s voice, who messed up the order once and then asked us to pull around to the win-dOH. Evidently, they couldn’t get the Klan-member’s order right and it took another ten or so minutes before actually getting to pull up to the window. Get their, hand over the card, and then see that Wendy (her name-tag marked her as such) had cleared our order from the screen and didn’t quite know what I had ordered. After re-affirming that I was, indeed, the one who ordered a #1 and a milk shake, she ran the card, only not to know how to work the machine. A couple of minutes later and we’re in business. Idiot #3… The moral of this story is that sometimes, in the middle of stressful times, God may heap another lump of the sanctifying stuff on your plate, but that it actually makes you laugh. Then, He might also teach you a lesson when it comes to humility, like when you send the order back for not having cheese on it, to which they reply “The cheese is under the wiener, sir.” Which would make me - Idiot #4.
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