A Bare Attack

Hellos Everyone,
Just another story from another weird moment in my life.

I was working at a sixth grade retreat recently, and it had been a very long day. At one point I was caught in a spaghetti fight.  So as you can tell it was a very long and tiring day. 

I also was dirty.  I had brought two pairs of shoes but both had been ruined.  So when I was having a terrible headache and tired, thirty minutes after I was supposed to leave, I was ready to just get out of there.

I went to ask my mom if I could leave, but she said I needed to get something out of her car first.  I didn't want to grab my wet shoes and put them on.  Mom said her car was right out the door, so I just ran out there to quickly grab my T-shirt in bare feet.

On my way out I passed this woman who was also a leader for the youth group.  She saw that I wasn't wearing shoes and asked if owned the pink shoes in the kitchen.  I said no. Then she said something about me catching some unknown really long disease name that I could care nothing about.

I just kept walking and ignored her.  I didn't feel good about that, but I was tired and I seriously couldn't care less.

So I grabbed my shirt, and realized I had to go back in  and grab my bag.  I walked in to the room to give my mom's keys back and then went to the kitchen.  In there I grabbed my bag, and as I turn to leave, the woman stopped me again. 

She stopped me and tried to tell me about this disease again, but she made the mistake of about a minute in asking me if I even knew what this disease was.  I am not thrilled with my answer, but I looked her in the eye and said," Yes." then I walked past her.

Sure that was some good sass. Sure I also lied to someone at a Christian youth retreat.  I really don't care if I'm walking for a minute outside in bare feet to grab something.  Maybe the only lesson is please don't talk to me if I'm tired and just trying to leave quickly. Thanks.

Love,
Amanda