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Tonight, after an AWESOME night at Bible study (Craig was our youth leader this week. I'll explain more about him in another post. I hope I don't forget! LOL!) me and a couple of the girls drove to WalMart for some of their cookies. They're really cheap if you buy them after the bakery closes, so we were loading up on them. Gwen thought maybe we could give half the bunch to the church mission, but Linda-Ann thought it would be selfish if didn't give all the cookies to the mission. She said we weren't in desperate need of the WalMart cookies and that poor people might appreciate them more than we could.
So after we decided Linda-Ann couldn't have any of the cookies we were going to keep, we head over to the checkout with our basketfull of cookies and place them on the conveyer belt. As soon as we'd gotten settled into line, two Mexicans came up behind us. I was getting pretty nervous at the way they kept looking at us and speaking Spanish. I don't speak that filthy language, but I did notice they were saying stuff like, "Mama mi guebo" and laughing at us. Gwen (who was at the back of the line) tried inching forward, but the Mexicans would take a few steps up. We couldn't escape them, and they smelled like wet clothes that had been left in the washer for too long.
We eventually made it out (me and Linda-Ann had started praying outloud by the time we made it to the cashier), and Gwen drove us back to our houses. She just dropped me off a few minutes ago. I think the cookies are still in her car. Anyway, here's a prayer:
Dear Heavenly Father from Whom All Blessings Flow,
Please take care of the Mexicans because they don't know they are sinning. Please help them learn to speak English if they are going to stay in our country, and please let more black people take back the jobs they once held from the Mexicans. The natural order of things is being disrupted by these foreigners, and I don't think that's part of Your plan for mankind. Teach the Mexicans how to bathe, O Lord, and teach them to stop going to WalMart in droves on payday. Also, if You can find it within Your heart to forgive Craig for what he did with Benji, please do so. I'd hate to find out Craig is burning in Hell while I'm in Heaven with You and the Lamb, Jesus.
In the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen.
Oh, no! It's almost 11:00! I better get to bed!
So after we decided Linda-Ann couldn't have any of the cookies we were going to keep, we head over to the checkout with our basketfull of cookies and place them on the conveyer belt. As soon as we'd gotten settled into line, two Mexicans came up behind us. I was getting pretty nervous at the way they kept looking at us and speaking Spanish. I don't speak that filthy language, but I did notice they were saying stuff like, "Mama mi guebo" and laughing at us. Gwen (who was at the back of the line) tried inching forward, but the Mexicans would take a few steps up. We couldn't escape them, and they smelled like wet clothes that had been left in the washer for too long.
We eventually made it out (me and Linda-Ann had started praying outloud by the time we made it to the cashier), and Gwen drove us back to our houses. She just dropped me off a few minutes ago. I think the cookies are still in her car. Anyway, here's a prayer:
Dear Heavenly Father from Whom All Blessings Flow,
Please take care of the Mexicans because they don't know they are sinning. Please help them learn to speak English if they are going to stay in our country, and please let more black people take back the jobs they once held from the Mexicans. The natural order of things is being disrupted by these foreigners, and I don't think that's part of Your plan for mankind. Teach the Mexicans how to bathe, O Lord, and teach them to stop going to WalMart in droves on payday. Also, if You can find it within Your heart to forgive Craig for what he did with Benji, please do so. I'd hate to find out Craig is burning in Hell while I'm in Heaven with You and the Lamb, Jesus.
In the Name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen.
Oh, no! It's almost 11:00! I better get to bed!