Ahhhh, the Mind of the Believer

I'm tired of getting hit with, "Hey, that doesn't describe me." Okay, I get it. Nonetheless, I have a good Seventh Day Adventist friend whose vehicle wouldn't start. So yesterday we tried to get it running. I'm not much of a mechanic but we did figure out it was his fuel pump located in the gas tank. He's a painter so he decided to finish a job over the weekend in order to get the needed money to fix it. I deviously suggested his vehicle broke down because God was punishing him in advance for working on Saturday (which is forbidden by his sect). The funny thing is that he seriously considered this. I had a good laugh with him about it. Maybe so, I said, who knows? ;-)


Unknown said...

The that-doesn't-describe-me-ists remind me of the guy who had just found his box seat at the baseball game when he heard "Hey , Dave!" from the upper deck. He turned and scowled.

In the third inning, he heard "Hey, Dave!" again from the upper deck. He frowned and scowled as he looked in the direction of the sound.

During the seventh inning stretch he again heard "Hey, Dave!" He stood and shouted back at the upper deck "My name is not Dave!"