You don't say...
Witness services involve frequent question-and-answer discussions. Since my ability to sit quietly and listen is on a par with an ADD toddler just post-Froot Loops, I tend to participate in these discussions a lot. Using much the same style as I do in print, in fact [insert 'Not now Shoe, there's a time limit' gag here].
So after services tonight, a friend comes up to me. "I enjoyed your comments."
I smile and say thanks.
"No, really...you should write a novel. I would totally sit there enthralled for hours, reading it."
Truth in Flattery: Friend and wife are moving this Friday, meaning friend is currently exhausted, not to mention has been huffing fresh paint fumes for the past week.
But still.
So after services tonight, a friend comes up to me. "I enjoyed your comments."
I smile and say thanks.
"No, really...you should write a novel. I would totally sit there enthralled for hours, reading it."
Truth in Flattery: Friend and wife are moving this Friday, meaning friend is currently exhausted, not to mention has been huffing fresh paint fumes for the past week.
But still.