Today Arlette and I walked downtown for lunch. We walked past the church we always walk by. Today, I noticed there was something a little different about the church.
It wasn't a big difference. It's just that there was a garbage can lid sitting in front of their big white sign.
But, the blue plastic garbage lid had a note taped to it.
I stopped to see what it said. The note was written in cursive, the way that only grandmothers and church secretaries still use. It said, "To whoever stole God's trash can - You may as well take the cover."
Of course Arlette and I laughed out loud. She asked, "What kind of person steals a garbage can?"
I worked in a church office for three years, so I felt like an expert on church stuff getting lifted. "Trash cans disappear all the time. The garbage man accidentally sets them down a house away so the people there assimilate it into their fold. Sometimes kids steal them for kicks. I doubt it was malicious."
On our way back from lunch we stopped and looked at the trash can lid again—appreciating the free comedy.
But, our comedy turned to confusion when we got back to our yard. A blue garbage can I'd never seen before—one without a lid—was tipped up against a wall in our driveway! It was tipped so that you couldn't see it from the sidewalk.
Did the thousand year old woman that lives in the house out front steal it from the church? Did the garbage man plant it in our driveway to make the god of Campbell Baptist Church smite us?
Or, was it planted in our yard so I could call their church office tomorrow and tell them I'm holding it for ransom? Hm...I think I might be on to something now!
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