Yesterday I'm outside my front door getting on my bike to ride to campus. On the lawn, rolling down the slight incline toward the street. Looking down, settling my feet on the peddles.
Quick movement in my peripheral, at my 2 o'clock.
Loud shout!
Glance up in shock.
Endo through the bushes, down the incline, into the street. Legs and arms tangled in bike.
Shock.
Disbelief.
Lying on back.
3 fellas in suits running toward me.
"I'm so sorry sir!! We saw you riding there and were just gonna hollar to scare you!! Are you ok?!"
Silence.
Disbelief.
"Sir, are you ok? I'm really sorry!! We didn't mean to send you head-over-heels into the street!! Oh man I'm so sorry!!"
We all look down to my ankle and see this:
Instead of telling me about a Savior who bled for me, These 3 Latter Day Saints made me bleed. I don't want to be on your team Elder David, or Elder Mark, or Elder too shy to pronounce your name in an audible way. Sheesh.
2 comments:
Those were probably the same guys who were duped by Cole in the summer of '05.
Thanks to a well-placed call from Coleman Greer Griffith, Mr. Lance Agan received a number of visits regarding his interest in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
MSG II God bless him.
I'm sorry that you got beat up by Mormons.
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