Mormons and Jehovah's Witnesses

Ron remarked, several times today, that he's very proud of me for staying on plan with the medication. He loved my statement: I can either have side effects, or symptoms. That was very nice.

We went to Walmart.

Ron wanted something from the Walmart deli, and the fried food smell made me really queasy. I didn't tell him, but I did nibble on some of the candied ginger root I bought last weekend. It helped.

I got some soda. It is cheaper to just buy a 6 pack of bottles, than to buy two "singles" at a gas station! Ron's ride home? An hour late. He sat in the kiddie cart, outside, listening to his book. I applied my new sunscreen and waited.

Eventually, his ride showed up. The Bible + bottle of water + bag of peanuts in a gallon ziplock was well received. Ron said "We talked about God all the way home".

I went to the bathroom, and then headed off to a thrift store. I had a cell phone in one hand, and a soda in the other. A nice young man, who happened to be a Mormon, opened the door for me. I smiled and thanked him.

I found it very sad, the two thrift stores I visited had very strong "NO bags" policies. I don't have a problem with that. 95% of what I've got in my bags is Jesus stuff. He will take care of His stuff. And who really wants a warm Diet Dr Pepper? Just me. [laugh] So, I left my stuff.

But what kind of slime mold is going to ROB a charity? These are charities that feed the hungry, and keep you from getting thrown out of your home. They keep the lights on... and save the "dregs" of society.

One store, the one with the better book prices, had over a dozen inspirational romance novels. I snatched them all up. I managed to stuff them in my Hobby Lobby denim tote bag. I love that thing. It only cost me a few dollars, but today I lugged around a six pack of bottled sodas, a dozen romance novels, probably 8-9 New Testaments, and about a pound of Driver Candy (total). It sat comfortably on my shoulder without slipping. Love that bag. I carry it every day.

I need to get myself a backup or two, when I get paid. I would be so upset if they stopped carrying them!

I told Ron it would be amusing if someone did snatch that bag (assuming I had drunk all my Diet Dr's) because all I have in there are the Bibles and Driver Candy I hand out. Most of the drivers got the candy... but a few rides I had a strong "No", so I didn't. One guy, I had already given a Bible.

One thrift store had an assortment of paperback Bibles, priced at $4 each. I laughed to myself, because I recognize them from the Dollar stores, and they are $1.

I actually got a hunger pang, so I quickly went to a Taco Bell and got a couple of chicken soft tacos. I ate the insides only. Horribly queasy afterwards. I had a ride, and then went to a Starbucks. I got my heavy whipping cream steamer. It was good and settled nicely.

I don't know why, but having some heavy whipping cream, in some form, when I am horribly queasy really seems to help. I had a miniscule breakfast, a small dinner, and a very modest snack today. I think I am OK calorie-wise. I have experimented with adding more carbs, and they don't seem to help.

I sat and read one of my inspirational romance novels (guaranteed: happily ever after) for a while, then I left. I had a very odd experience at the bus stop. A fairly well-dressed young lady approached me after I sat down. She had been talking on a cell phone.

I was, literally, sitting right under a map of the entire route, complete with time points. Metro bus makes it pretty easy. She wanted to know the route - she wanted me to tell her the whole route. I said, I don't know the whole route, but there's the map.

"OH, I don't want a map" she says. Huh? She wanted to know how far I was going. I said, not very far, and she was very insistent, trying to find out my stop - the exact name and all.

She had said she was trying to get to a donut shop. I said "Well, I don't know where that is." I suggested, if she had a cross street, calling the customer service line. Some other people walked up, and I said "Maybe they know what you're talking about".

I found the whole thing very odd. I put on my earbuds and was booting my player. She called her friend and said "She didn't tell me where she's getting off." I found that VERY fishy. Why would you care where I'm getting off?

Then she spent a lot of time applying makeup. The bus came. She got on and I sat down. I read my book. Another gal got on, wearing a flashy outfit with some gold chains.

I heard one of the other passengers telling the nosy gal to get off at my stop, and I'm thinking "No donut shop there, what is going on?" The driver directs Gold Chains to my stop, too.

I wait to get off, Gold Chains gets off first, then Nosy. Then I got off. Nosy was following Gold Chains.

Again, no donut shop. I called Ron and asked him. I felt it was very strange, odd behavior. He confirmed that yes, the whole incident stunk like a dead fish. If you claim you are going to a donut shop, why get off somewhere else? Why the interest in MY stop? Why follow Gold Chains?

This might be a good place to mention, I wear $12 sneakers, $12 bermudas, and a lovely $10 running t-shirt. I also had a jean jacket. I was wearing a cheap backpack and carrying my $5 tote bag.

I chatted with Ron for a few minutes as someone approached the bus stop. I put my hand on my pepper spray. Oh, it's a Jehovah's Witness. I found it funny that someone wanted to give me religious literature. I gave her a warm smile and just said, politely "No thanks. I am a born again Christian, you don't have to worry about me." She kept insisting -[note to self - don't insist when handing stuff out] - and got kind of huffy when I continued to say no. Note to self, don't get huffy - but I don't. I just say OK and put my item back in my bag. Then I pray for them without saying so. :)

Then the bus came, another strong "NO" on a handout. A thuggish looking guy got off at my stop, and I "let" him go ahead of me. He was wearing almost the same outfit Thug Boy wore when he mugged me, and he has a scowly face. I have encountered him before. How pathetic and aggravating that I couldn't just walk along at my normal speed. What a damning indictment that I couldn't just walk up to my house in front of him, not caring if he knew where I lived? No, gotta be CAREFUL these days. UGGGH.

I got home and thanked Ron for the ride. Thanks to him, I got a nap this afternoon. I've been kind of groggy lately.