(Sorry all, no deep reflections on Scriptural gender roles here . . .)
No. 4 and I were out this morning doing various things and ended up at the grocery store, where we obtained the weekly ad to help us figure out what [inexpensive and easy-to-whip-up thing] goes with tonight's I-am-cleaning-out-the-pantry-and-calling-it-dinner meal.
Somehow the weekly ad ended up at the bottom of the cart, mingling with the groceries (btw, it didn't help us much; the only sale that looked really worth buying into was cake mixes for $.69, and that didn't help with dinner at all).
Anyhow, we checked out and loaded everything into the Flash, and I was about to get into the car when No. 4 said dejectedly (No. 4 was in a kind of dejected mood all morning anyway), "Emily, we didn't pay for the bacon."
And there it was, under the weekly ad. In a shopping cart in the parking lot. Unpaid for. In a word, stolen.
Really, you'd think that if I took up a career in shoplifting, I would've thought of something more creative than smuggling bacon out under cover of a weekly ad. And I wouldn't have picked the cheapest bacon there was.
Worked pretty well, though.
(And we did go back and pay for it anyway . . .)
1 comment:
I am so happy for you. What a great opportunity to show the world that Christianity is based on kindness, love, responsibility, honesty, mercy, and grace. They probably looked at you really funny because most people probably would not have gone back in to pay for it.
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