When we were at the retreat, one of my friends told me I had two strikes against me . . strike three and I’m out! 🙂
One of the ladies in our group is very trusting and very empathetic. Let’s call her Sue! I’m always joking and making up stories and she falls for every one of them.
The door going outside locks behind you and someone has to open it from the inside. I had gone outside to call Vince and I asked one of the ladies if she would let me back in when I knocked. As I was talking to Vince, I was walking around the grounds so I just came in another door that was unlocked. When I walked back into our meeting room, the lady who was supposed to open the door for me was busy talking and probably would not have noticed if I had knocked . . but someone else would have. I never knocked so it wasn’t an issue.
Me: Thanks a lot for letting me back in! (joking)
Sue: Oh, no! We didn’t see you knocking.
Me: It’s ok . . I walked til I found a door that was open but . . I ended up walking right into a men’s bathroom!
Sue: Oh, no!!!
She was so upset that I walked into a men’s bathroom (I hadn’t!) and when I started laughing, she said “I am never going to believe you again!”
It was the next day and another group there holds an auction in December to raise money to to send kids to summer camp. They asked if any of us wanted to make a knitted donation. I took a shawl picture down to show them to see if that was something they might want to auction. They did . . they loved it. When I got back to the room . .
Sue: Did they like it?
Me: NO! That said they would never have any use for it so don’t donate it.
Then I saw her face. She couldn’t believe they would say that to me. Then I started laughing again and she told me . . strike three and you’re out and you’ve already had two strikes!
I tried to convince her that every day we should start over with a clean slate and the next day I should have no strikes but she wasn’t buying any of it!
She sent me a couple of chatty emails this morning so I think she’s still my friend but I am going to have to stop telling my wild tales to her.