The other day we were at Carlo's Kitchen in Rose park when two missionaries came in. I was feeling bad for them because, well pretty much just because they are missionaries and have to wear the same clothes everyday, have to be with weird companions sometimes, always have to get up early... so I gave them a five dollar bill to buy a cookie. Assuming that is how they would spend it because that's what I would do. It was consequently the last of my cash.
The next day was crazy and I stopped at the "supermercado" to get something to eat. I was having a really bad day, and thought this would be the ticket. I had to walk thru one of those rotating metal things that they have at Lagoon for line management to get in the store. After a long and painful process of me trying in spanish to order tacos, then switching to a burrito I miraculously got my food and was so happy. I reached to pay, but remembered my check card had expired. Then I looked for some cash, but the missionaries had it. So I wrote out a check. The girl looked at me weird for a while. Then she got her manager. There was quite a few bystanders watching us carefully. They examined the check and me for a while and then said 'sorry' and reached over and took my burrito out of my hands. I turned to leave shamefully and then I remembered the missionaries...I was sure she would say, "oh just take the burrito!"... because she would be inspired. Then in real life she said, "Miss!" and I joyfully turned around to go back and get my burrito. But instead she just handed me my invalid check.
And then I got stuck in the rotating metal thing. I could feel the pitiful looks and sighs people were giving me. Then I sat in my car and had a short cry... and who should I see ride by on their bikes a small moment later? The missionaries.
So I guess that's how it turns out sometimes, but in a way we still came full circle.
14 comments:
Ash, I just discovered your blog and what do I find with it? A sad sad story. I'm so sorry they took your burrito.
That is horrible. I wonder if they were our missionaries?! Next time, you call me and I will bail you out so you don't have to do he walk of shame. Or you could come and eat the sad contents of our fridge :)
I think the whole experience may have been Karma trying to rebalance the universe after granting 4 MF permits at once. Just a thought.
I can't believe missionaries made you cry...you should've thrown something at them; maybe like a shoe???? Just kidding.
Poor Ashli. I'm sorry about your sad day. But that was really nice of you to give the missionaries 5 bucks. You are nice like that.
HA HA HA HA HA...sorry I am laughing at your misfortune. Tell ya what, let's get together and we will go through that awkward metal thing together, we will order whatever we want and I will bring my unexpired check card and take YOU out of a burrito. Call me when you are ready for the festivities...
i love the title of your post. :) i was expecting some major consequences from the giving... and boy, that is awful. i think i would have cried too. i just want something to eat!
How sad!! Come over and I will make you a burrito...and take your check! :)
Just wait, the Lord is holding out to bless you with something much bigger than a burrito.
wo es me Hunny girl! I am so sorry! It will come back around some day!
Oh sad. I thought it was more of a funny story. Sorry everyone.
Ashli,
It's Kevin Seely.
I'm glad I found your blog.
Awesome story. It gave me a good laugh.
That is about the funniest thing I've read in a long time. Not that I am laughing at your pain or anything like that....... it got awkward didn't it..... anyways, I sure miss you. I was so sad to hear about your bike. I'll make my rounds in down town Ogden to see if I can get any leads. If it makes you feel any better, Hunter once had a bag with his dirty underwear in it stolen out of his truck.
that's what you get for being nice.
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