From under the pier.

From under the pier.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

When God yells at you, you can't miss it.

Tooling around town today, I was looking for something to eat with Pamela. We passed a chick-fil-a and thought that will be nice. Upon turning around in a parking lot I notice a sports bar and grille, across the street. " Yea, a beer an burger will be nice." Before getting out of the car Pam says to me. "You know as soon as we get our food we'll wish we had cick-fil-a." So I go inside and instantly notice this fake grass "fairway" spanning this excessively wide establishment. As Pam approaches me I see this lone figure running down this large piece of fake grass right towards us. "Oh, look, a mouse." I said casually as this single mouse charged down this grass patch like a lone warrior on an empty battle field. I was so awestruck that it didn't even register that we were in a place that served food. This critter runs right past us, head first into a wall, and under a closet door. I proceeded to descreately tell a waitress about it before leaving. In essence when God yells at  you, you hear it. I don't want to know what happens if you don't.

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