I had to stop at Dollar General to get dog food. After spending two days cleaning closets at my mom’s house, I hadn’t showered or changed clothes. Why bother? I’d slept on the floor and kept working.
I walked into Dollar General in my 48-hour attire consisting of stained sweatpants, fly-away hair and a holey (I’m not talking religious!) turtleneck. As luck would have it, I always run into people when I look like I’m from the set of “The Walking Dead.”
First I bumped into a grandma. I taught her grandkids in Kids Community Bible Study. Then, because she and I talked too long and too loud about my newspaper column, I heard a voice call me from the health and beauty aisle.
“Laurie I always read your articles in the Tribune!”
She sped toward me, hand outstretched.
“I wanted to meet you and say thanks for writing.” She grabbed my paint-stained hand as I shoved my glasses up from where they cradled at the tip of my nose.
By now, my gray streaked hair was flying and sweatpants drooped above dirty Croc garden shoes.
The kids’ teacher pulled his beautifully-dressed wife toward me in the pet food aisle. We proceeded to discuss life next to the cat food.
This discussion continued into the checkout lane where I tried to keep my distance cause, well, you know…the bathing thing.
I was a mess…but folks, that’s me.
I’m 62 and I don’t mind because God doesn’t mind. I’m His…and that’s all that matters.
I guess you don’t mind either cause here I am sharing “Type A” Tips and God stuff with you.