So today started off fairly normally. I drank my coffee out a cup that my wife used for her hot coco a couple of weeks ago when we left for the beach, and it hadn’t been cleaned out since. Nice.
Read a couple of books…played with Eden and the dog.
Then I decided that I would take Eden to the bike shop with me to get some tubes that I needed. So I got all of here stuff ready and strapped her in. I got my gift card that I was planning on finishing off with the trip. I even put the card in my shirt pocket for easy access when I stepped up to make my transaction while holding my daughter.
At the shop I got my tubes and handed the man my gift card…oh yeah I thought that I was a real smooth operator (juggling baby in one arm while purchasing very manly inner tubes for my bicycle in the other). And then it happend…The guy checking me out ringing me up said, “uhhh i can’t take this. It has bikes on the card but no visa.” Taking the card back i realized I was at the wrong bike shop. WHAT!?!?!?! Quickly I scrounged for my wallet which was in a cargo pocket on the same side that i was holding my daughter, I slung her on my other hip and went digging for it. At this point all of my style points were out the window because I essentially tried to use an ARCcard at a Burger King if you get my drift. Finally with some more fumbling i gave him a “real” card, flip Eden to the original hip to sign the receipt only to find a Binky stuck to a finger on my left hand. After another couple of painful seconds of prying I removed the pacifier well enough to sign the recipt and get out of their.
I feel as though a lesser man would have crumbled under the pressure, but not me. After years of youth ministry all of my shame has been worn away and with my head held high I left the store with child, wallet and unused gift card in my possession. Awesome. I bet that one even made God chuckle
