Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Grand Theft Golf Cart
I try to be a good Christian girl, and I can usually resist temptations relatively well. Today, however, was a tough one.
I was quietly sitting in a padded, leather chair in my air-conditioned office at Grove City College. I was doing the painstaking work of stuffing envelopes when suddenly my boss came in. She offered me excitement. She told me to take the long hike to the student activities center.
I began my walk easily enough. Despite the 90-degree weather, it was pleasant. About halfway there though, I realized that I was weak from heat. I needed to stop, but the only place to sit was the smoldering pavement.
Then, I saw it glistening the sunlight: a golf cart! I bet I could have gone a whole ten miles an hour on that thing. I could have felt the wind flow through my hair. I could have put my bag on the seat and not walked.
I got a little closer. I started to smell the golf-carty goodness, and I was hooked. I was going to have to take a ride. Sure, that's against the law, and the ten commandments probably include "Thou shall not steal" for good reason, but I didn't care. Hell couldn't be any hotter than I was at that point so I set my bag on the seat and walked around to get in.
Then, I hear: "Hey Miss! What are you doing?"
It's a Baptist. The college is hosting the Eastern Bible Conference, and the Baptists are staying there with their golf carts. The Baptist approaches me, Bible in hand. I'm afraid he's going to point to all the passages that I am currently violating.
"Well, Sir," I say. "It's really hot today. I've already walked half a mile, and my bag is getting really heavy."
"So you set the bag down and stood in the shade of the golf cart. I understand," the Baptist said. "Why don't you come in a get a drink?"
(By drink, he meant water).
So I took a cup, and then kept on walking. I'm just glad he showed up when he did or else I would have done something I'd have really regretted.
I try to be a good Christian girl, and I can usually resist temptations relatively well. Today, however, was a tough one.
I was quietly sitting in a padded, leather chair in my air-conditioned office at Grove City College. I was doing the painstaking work of stuffing envelopes when suddenly my boss came in. She offered me excitement. She told me to take the long hike to the student activities center.
I began my walk easily enough. Despite the 90-degree weather, it was pleasant. About halfway there though, I realized that I was weak from heat. I needed to stop, but the only place to sit was the smoldering pavement.
Then, I saw it glistening the sunlight: a golf cart! I bet I could have gone a whole ten miles an hour on that thing. I could have felt the wind flow through my hair. I could have put my bag on the seat and not walked.
I got a little closer. I started to smell the golf-carty goodness, and I was hooked. I was going to have to take a ride. Sure, that's against the law, and the ten commandments probably include "Thou shall not steal" for good reason, but I didn't care. Hell couldn't be any hotter than I was at that point so I set my bag on the seat and walked around to get in.
Then, I hear: "Hey Miss! What are you doing?"
It's a Baptist. The college is hosting the Eastern Bible Conference, and the Baptists are staying there with their golf carts. The Baptist approaches me, Bible in hand. I'm afraid he's going to point to all the passages that I am currently violating.
"Well, Sir," I say. "It's really hot today. I've already walked half a mile, and my bag is getting really heavy."
"So you set the bag down and stood in the shade of the golf cart. I understand," the Baptist said. "Why don't you come in a get a drink?"
(By drink, he meant water).
So I took a cup, and then kept on walking. I'm just glad he showed up when he did or else I would have done something I'd have really regretted.
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