Today I went and got my hair cut. (Short, but not too gay, if you were curious. And, yes, that is exactly what I said when asked by my hair person what I wanted her to do)
While there all the hair ladies chatted away and the conversation turned to my hair person, Corey.
Now Corey, is a tough, little, sarcastic sweetheart. But I had no idea how ridiculous she was, until I heard the best story ever.
Corey was in church a while back, getting ready to put her offering in the basket. She had a check all written out to give to the church. She, also, had a $100 bill that she was planning to use at the flea market after church.
Somehow, her $100 bill ended up in the offering basket. She noticed her mistake afterwards. Did she write it off as a small setback? No, she emailed her pastor and explained to him what happened and that since that $100 was way more then the recommended 10% tithing, she would like it returned to her.
While walking around the flea market, waiting for her pastor's response, she kept picking up stuff and putting it back down. All the while saying, "I can't buy this until Jesus gives me my refund." or "I am just waiting on God to give me my money back."
Bless her little heart.
Oh, and she did get her money back.