It happened just this way.
I went to Salt Lake today because I needed a part for the dryer. I could have ordered it and paid more for the shipping than the part, but probably less than what I paid in gas to get the part today. It was the principle of the thing. I kind of didn't weigh it out properly; learning to look before I leap is part of the stewardship lesson, but I was blessed to see a friend today.
She needed a favor so I killed two birds with one stone.
We agreed to meet at the Smith's in Sugarhouse. I arrived before she did so I went to the appliance parts store which was just up the block and across the street. When I got there, I forgot the slip of paper with the model number of the dryer on it; I left it in the truck. I went back to get it and by this time my friend had arrived. We exchanged greetings and headed back to the appliance store.
My friend is from Oregon and I keep trying to tell her she ought to go home. We can't go anyplace together without running into Oregon license plates. I can't go anywhere without seeing Oregon this or that; be it license plates or "O" stickers. There sure are a lot of Ducks fans around here. Anyway:
A car stopped for us so we could cross 21st. South and not at a stoplight. That should tell you right away what would happen next. Nobody from Utah would have stopped. Yup, there it was as we crossed the street; the first Oregon license plate.
We got the part and came back and thought we'd have lunch. She got a new job and we thought we'd celebrate. She suggested Wendy's.
Yeah, I know..... but I didn't see it at the time.
Chevron is a gas hog. So we took her car to lunch and as we pulled out of the parking spot, there it was....Oregon license plate #2. I started laughing.
Sugarhouse is kind of hard to drive around. I decided it would be better to go around the block so to speak, so we turned on Highland Drive and the first car we get behind is a white Lincoln with Oregon license plates.
We shared a small conversation about the whole Oregon thing. She told me it must be for me because she just got the job she was trying to get.and she's staying put. I got thinking about this after we parted ways and wondered if maybe I was missing something more.
I just kind of prayed about it; after all if God is leading, I will follow. And then, I came home and opened up the mailbox and a scar was ripped back open again. If you read the part about where I had lunch, you'll understand why:
I'm just as confused as ever!
She needed a favor so I killed two birds with one stone.
We agreed to meet at the Smith's in Sugarhouse. I arrived before she did so I went to the appliance parts store which was just up the block and across the street. When I got there, I forgot the slip of paper with the model number of the dryer on it; I left it in the truck. I went back to get it and by this time my friend had arrived. We exchanged greetings and headed back to the appliance store.
My friend is from Oregon and I keep trying to tell her she ought to go home. We can't go anyplace together without running into Oregon license plates. I can't go anywhere without seeing Oregon this or that; be it license plates or "O" stickers. There sure are a lot of Ducks fans around here. Anyway:
A car stopped for us so we could cross 21st. South and not at a stoplight. That should tell you right away what would happen next. Nobody from Utah would have stopped. Yup, there it was as we crossed the street; the first Oregon license plate.
We got the part and came back and thought we'd have lunch. She got a new job and we thought we'd celebrate. She suggested Wendy's.
Yeah, I know..... but I didn't see it at the time.
Chevron is a gas hog. So we took her car to lunch and as we pulled out of the parking spot, there it was....Oregon license plate #2. I started laughing.
Sugarhouse is kind of hard to drive around. I decided it would be better to go around the block so to speak, so we turned on Highland Drive and the first car we get behind is a white Lincoln with Oregon license plates.
We shared a small conversation about the whole Oregon thing. She told me it must be for me because she just got the job she was trying to get.and she's staying put. I got thinking about this after we parted ways and wondered if maybe I was missing something more.
I just kind of prayed about it; after all if God is leading, I will follow. And then, I came home and opened up the mailbox and a scar was ripped back open again. If you read the part about where I had lunch, you'll understand why:
I'm just as confused as ever!
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