JIM CAIN
Alone.
It was as if the word was written on her forehead.
She wore a vinyl jacket, a mini skirt, and Doc Martins.
She requested a seat at the counter, she had places to be.
After ordering a salad with poached eggs and cheese,
She declared in an overly loud voice, “It's bad when they know what you are going to order.”
She noted that she was addicted to salad; it was the whole, “healthiness thing”.
She was not.
Her attempts at small talk with the busy staff were unreciprocated.
When her salad arrived, she prayed and prayed and prayed some more.
That was one blessed combination of iceberg lettuce, cheese, and poached eggs.
She asked for a “to go” box, after all, she had places to be
She mentioned she would be back tomorrow
The man at the counter made no reply
She briskly walked away, alone, holding a black Styrofoam box of salad her Doc Martins clicking on the pavement as she walked
After all, she had places to be
We hope your place to be tonight is at WNL at Central UMC. The meal begins at 5:00 followed by Bible Study and activities for all ages.
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