So Extraordinarily Wrong

A scene at the grocery store this afternoon:

An overweight woman in her fifties drops down from the driver’s seat of an older fifteen-passenger van. The rusted door doesn’t close all the way, so she leans back and gives it a hard kick. She’s wearing tight gray sweatpants and a black tank top and doesn’t appear to have washed or combed her hair for awhile. She has a row of pearcings on both lips with short metal spikes poking out like a catfish after a run-in with an overpowered boat prop. Across the wide seat of her sweatpants are the letters S-W-E-E-T.

Even if she has nothing else going for her, at least she has a sense of humor.

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One Response to So Extraordinarily Wrong

  1. Triton says:

    Or she’s delusional beyond repair.