Well, considering the kind of “dates” we had when we were in bible school, this story really shouldnt surprise any of you. Still a good story though, so I will share:
Monday afternoon, I was at work. About 15 minutes before quitting time, a client J-M walks though the office door, bearing a gift: a Tim’s coffee, complete with a rollable rim! I have a super thoughtful husband who, from time to time, will come to my work so that he can ride the bus home with me. (This is especially nice on days that I go straight from one work to the other.) Anyways, my drink was a medium, and I finished it before leaving for the day. Not a winner, in case you were interested. John-Mark ‘s drink was an extra large, because he had redeemed a winning tab and cannot redeem a winning tab for anything but the biggest, most expensive drink offered. So he kept drinking as we headed to the bus stop.
About halfway home, I think to ask “Hey! Did you win? I didnt see you roll your rim!”.
John-Mark’s eyes widen. “oh no! I threw it out! I didnt roll the rim at all! I can’t believe it!”
Then he looks around and says to me….”should I go back for it?”
Of course the obvious, logical answer to that question is NO, you should not go back for it. But, perhaps I am crazy. Perhaps I am too accomodating of J-M’s quirks. Perhaps I share in them and would never be able to live with myself not knowing what was under that rim. IT COULD BE A CAR!
So I did what any supportive, somewhat-anxious (we could have thrown out a car! Or a doughnut!) wife would have done. I said “if its going to drive you crazy, then go get it. I’ll see you at home”. Ha! I didnt even offer to come along.
And thats what we did: I went home, and John-Mark got off at the next stop, crossed the street and hopped on another bus. He then walked up to the garbage can, reached in for his lost cup, and rolled the rim. (I did remind him not to use his teeth on this particular rim). And under the rim? “Please Play Again”.
So it was all in vain. But at least we can live with ourselves.