My wife says that people seem compelled (the power of Christ compels them?) to tell her all kinds of things. For example, a checkout girl at a local grocery store told her about her yeast infection without any prompting while she was in the checkout line. For me, it’s people who just walk up to me on the street and share with me their complaints.
This happened the other day as I was walking to work at the library. An elderly woman with whom I am acquainted stopped me in front of the county courthouse and began to complain about how corrupt the government is. I don’t remember her words exactly, but I know I asked her (half tongue-in-cheek and almost giving her a wink) if she thought the folks in the building in front of which we were standing were corrupt. I believe she said she did think that.
She concluded by asking me if I thought there ever would be a president in the White House who wasn’t corrupt. I didn’t have the heart of my bleeding heart to tell her that I had voted for the current man there and that in contrast to our last president, I didn’t think he was doing that bad of a job, so I just shook my head and said, “No, I really don’t think so.” And then added something superfluous like: “It’s the nature of the beast.”
“Me neither,” she answered.
She was about to continue on about Congress, the Governor and state Legislature, but I stopped her by letting her know that I really had to get to work.
I’m just glad that she didn’t talk about music, like how Kid Rock hosted the CMT Awards this year and how vulgar he and the show were:
I had to wait to hear about that a couple of days later at the senior center where I volunteer.
I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I hummed this song under my breath: