Why is it that when you run to town to grab something and you look absolutely horrible you see everyone you know?
Yesterday I had been outside in the rain and mud trying to fix the dog fence. I had waded through puddles and crawled under honeysuckle. I didn't want to take a shower because I was planning on taking a nice long soak when I got home. We only needed a few things at it was late so odds are I could get in and out quickly.
First I saw our churches newest little addition. She was cute. She was tiny. I was too nasty to even think about holding her. Luckily she was sleeping so I didn't have to make any excuses.
I saw one of Timothy's friend's dad. We have know them for years. I got to meet his new lady. She was nice. She wanted to chat a bit. Then I ran into a friend and talked for a while.
Isn't that how it always goes?