The following happened in front of my eyes this noon while I was waiting for my wife to come and pick me up. (I like it when she picks me up. She started over 50 years ago.)
He looked all of 80, thin, shuffling, a bit bent over and gray. She looked to be a bit younger and was round, like a ball. She would have been just as tall lying down. She had bright, bright red lips and wildly coiffed brown dyed hair.
He said, “I lost my wallet.” She said, “Where?” He said, “If I knew where, it wouldn’t be lost.” She, “Don’t get smart with me. I told you to put it in your front pocket.” He, “I did.” She, “Well, if you put it there it would be there.” He, “It’s not there.” She, “Don’t you ever listen to me?” He, “I try not to.” She, “Someday, when I am gone, you will wish you had me.” He, “I truly doubt it.” She, “Life would be so much easier if you just listened to me.” He, “Yes, dear.” She, “Don’t you ‘Yes, dear’ me.” He, “It’s easier that way.” She, “Go look in the car.” He, “Yes, Dear.” And off he went to the parking lot. She then turned to me and said, “Don’t you agree that life would be easier if he just listened to me.” I said, “Yes, Dear.”
He shuffled back a few minutes later with his wallet. As he passed me he winked. The lost was found. There must have been great rejoicing in heaven. It’s a panicky feeling to lose one’s wallet. I wonder if God ever says, “Life would be so much easier if they would just listen to me?”
Written by Roger Bothwell on April 17, 2013
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