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A woman who was mailing something at the post office noticed my crutches and helped carry my birthday boxes across the street. Among other things, I received what looks to be a lecture series by Dr. Derek Morris, featuring such tracks as "Small Choices--Big Consequences" and "There is a God in Heaven" from my aunt. The discs have a picture of a king on them - gold on his head, silver on the torso, copper at the waist, clay at the base. ("Feet of Clay" is from Daniel 2:33-45 and is also a title for a Terry Pratchett novel.)
Then I crutched back downstairs to fix a bagel in the bookstore and began chatting with another lady about the crutches. She said she taught at a Bible college in Missouri. "Do you believe in Jesus? Do you mind if I pray for your leg?" I said I didn't mind, and she took my hand and prayed next to the bagels. I watched a kid stealthily open the bagel cupboard beside us as this was going on.
Then I turned to reach the register and spied Jamie Lee Curtis across the cashier island! She was buying candy and a little jug of Tide. We made eye contact. She seemed to give me an approving look, like "I know that you know who I am, and you aren't being a dick and shouting my name and asking me to take my pen out and sign your crutches. I respect and approve of this, and we can be friends in our way." And it was indeed a good job I didn't shout anything because I thought her name was Jodie Foster. Then the evangelist woman came back and gave me her email address and told me to tell her when my leg was healed, and I told her I would. Then I watched Jamie Lee Curtis pile into her white Suburban as the snow flurries whipped around her. P.S. All of these women are babes.
On an unrelated note I'm disappointed that adicolor replaced all its hi-res, large-screen videos with dumb old Googlevideos. Can't win 'em all.
Then I crutched back downstairs to fix a bagel in the bookstore and began chatting with another lady about the crutches. She said she taught at a Bible college in Missouri. "Do you believe in Jesus? Do you mind if I pray for your leg?" I said I didn't mind, and she took my hand and prayed next to the bagels. I watched a kid stealthily open the bagel cupboard beside us as this was going on.
Then I turned to reach the register and spied Jamie Lee Curtis across the cashier island! She was buying candy and a little jug of Tide. We made eye contact. She seemed to give me an approving look, like "I know that you know who I am, and you aren't being a dick and shouting my name and asking me to take my pen out and sign your crutches. I respect and approve of this, and we can be friends in our way." And it was indeed a good job I didn't shout anything because I thought her name was Jodie Foster. Then the evangelist woman came back and gave me her email address and told me to tell her when my leg was healed, and I told her I would. Then I watched Jamie Lee Curtis pile into her white Suburban as the snow flurries whipped around her. P.S. All of these women are babes.
On an unrelated note I'm disappointed that adicolor replaced all its hi-res, large-screen videos with dumb old Googlevideos. Can't win 'em all.