Higher Obedience

It was around 11:00am. I had spent 1:30 of my life sitting at a desk among frustrated colleagues and a teacher who seemed to think we spoke a different language. It was break time, so I got up, needing some fresh air. And since I had eaten all my peanuts (yes I do eat peanuts during class) I left the classroom, heading for the Christian group’s booth. Every fall, there are all sorts of booths at university, advertizing all sorts of things and the Christian group has one. Neat eh? So I went there and found the Christian group leader sitting at the booth, talking with a lady. There was a chair behind the booth, beside the leader, so I sat there, waiting for the lady to leave so I could chat with him a little. She was a peculiar person. She asked about the activities that were happening with the Christian group. She noticed that the time for the activities were written on a sheet where new contacts wrote their names and email addresses. She then noticed, that the time for the meetings were not written on the pamphlet we’d given her. So she asked if she could have the contacts sheet. Obviously, we said no – no distributing the contacts info, c’mon. So we said she could photocopy the sheet under that one, which did not contain any contacts’ info. All of the sudden she got mad – real mad. She said, “You guys aren’t organized and I am a very organized person!” she started drawing lines over her own name and phone number on the contacts list that she’d written while talking, like, big lines and then circles so we wouldn’t be able to read anymore. She continued lifting her voice and telling us how disorganized we were for not having the meeting times on the pamphlets. My friend tried to explain why they weren’t on there, but she wouldn’t listen. So she finally took the sheet and tore it apart (!!!), then threw it on the table. Nice. She left. My friend and I looked at each other. We couldn’t believe it. The lady obviously had some problems. I felt bad for my friend who had his contact list in pieces. So we put it back together on the table. Then I had to leave for class. I said I was sorry about the torn sheet, but he said, “You know, I don’t have anything to do, so I’ll just copy the names and contact info onto another sheet. It’ll give me something to do.” With a smile.

Yeah. Some people are interesting.