Here’s a story that will leave you in stitches.
I know it left me that way.
I was eagerly anticipating driving to Beersheba Springs tonight for a cookout in honor of the 20th anniversary of Mountain T.O.P.‘s Adults In Ministry program. There is an AIM camp going on this week, and the traditional Wednesday night program was opened up to guests in celebration of AIM.
I did not know about the corresponding event which took place during the June AIM week until after it had taken place, and I would have loved to have been there. So I didn’t want to miss this week’s event.
I slipped away from work at 3 p.m. and stopped by the apartment to pick some things up and do a little, um, business before heading up the mountain. I was re-buckling my belt when the reversible buckle broke.
No problem; I would stop in Tullahoma, on the way, and buy a new one at Walmart. That’s just what I did. I was in the parking lot, putting my purchases into the back of my car, and I wanted to cut the plastic hanger off the new belt so that I could wear it right away. I had a retractable utility knife, which my father had given me for Christmas, which would do the job quite nicely. I used it to cut the plastic hanger, and I also cut a three-centimeter gash in the side of my index finger.