Walking across the crowded parking lot and busy street, I finally found myself walking into my office building. I greeted the security officer and met my co-worker, Stella Davidson, in front of the elevators. Since my office building is heavily secured, each employee is required to wear their ID badges at all times, and it is also used to grant elevator access to the upper floors. Stella used one hand to rummage through her over-sized handbag.
"Darn it! I left my ID badge in the car," she stated.
"Use mine," I offered, still holding an empty box, newspaper and iced coffee.
Stella reached for my badge that was hanging from my belt loop and accidentally hit my "private parts." "Oops, excuse me," Stella stated, as she swiped us to our designated floor.
Later that same day, I decided to have lunch at a Mexican restaurant. It is small and crowded. Customers were seated at small tables and a line stretched from the cash register to the front door with a few people lingering outdoors. After a few minutes, the cook had called my number to let me know that my lunch order was ready. Moving through a maze of people to reach the counter, a woman who was short in stature was using excessive hand gestures while dramatizing a story to her lunch companions. As I moved past the diminutive woman, she hit me in my "private parts" with one of her hand gestures.
"Ouch," I mumbled.
"Excuse me, sir! I am so sorry," the short woman stated.
"Ummm...that's okay. I hope you didn't hurt your hand when you hit me "down there," I offered with a broad smile.
Until next time, keep praising His name!
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