I'm coming to the conclusion my job is service every time I leave the house. It could be anyone. I had, this week, various homeless guys, many bus drivers, cashiers, food service workers, regular working people, a police officer.
I don't feel embarrassed about my evangelism tote. I like that I have tracts for pretty much any occasion, homeless outreach, first responder, refuting cults, etc, in addition to the done up candy bags and New Testaments.
I also find it funny; I battle pride. And I look like a homeless woman walking around with all my junk or pushing my "buggy". I see the way the people in the cars look at me, and, one horrifying day, a woman offered me a hot meal as I waited at the bus stop. She wouldn't believe I was an employed homeowner. She kept calling me "honey" and "you poor thing". I had to take out my wallet and show her my discount card for work.
My arm is telling me it's going to rain. No headache happily. I'm going to take a nap.
My recipients are asking for bottled water. I got a case today, it just fit in my cart. I just wanted the water and some fresh fruit. I love a cold, fresh, fruit salad on a hot day and they had some nice specials.
I generally get the same driver both ways when I get groceries. Today's driver was a ruggedly cute (I'm celibate, not dead), middle aged white man which is very unusual for the route. I told him I'd try to catch him on the way back.
He was surprised I did, and I laughed when I told him "When I get groceries I try to profile the driver, what kind of snacks they like. I have you pegged as a Dr Pepper man with sour cream and onion chips.". He laughed and said I was right as I gave him the bag. Store brands, not name brands, but they have never complained. I also had some fruit and a cold bottle of water.
Speaking of fruit I could use a banana. That's it for now!
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