I asked them if they wanted to meet Pastor. They said, “Sure.” Of course he was polite and such and asked my roommate where was her home church.
She honestly told him she didn’t have one. And my pastor gave one of those looks your mother gives you when you decide to touch something you know you are not supposed to touch. Lady smiled sheepishly.
When we finally made it outside to the parking lot in which we were blocked in, a fellow member from the praise dance team came to the rescue to move her pop’s car. While we waited He points out these two kids that he said were, “Talking through the whole service.” I said,
“Are you sure they were the only one?”
And I looked at Her. She didn’t get it at first. But then I said, “You were talking.”
“He said to talk to your neighbor,” she recalled in her defense.
Again, if you know anything about a black Baptist church, you know Her told no lies in this matter. But she practically talked through the whole service. I thought this was pretty rude and surprising since the married couple are both church going Christians.
Before the light turns green, I hop out the car for the bus stop. I figured that was a better idea than waiting to get to the intersection to hold up traffic.
But when I got out I thought, “Oh no, did I offend them about the talking matter? Did it look weird when I got out the car?”
Well, nothing had been said when I got back from Paterson that day.
So, again, am I over thinking it? When I came in they were watching movies. The internet went out and He asked for the number to call the Wifi people. But when he asked me he sounded a little snarky. I knew things were cool when I asked if I could have some of his wine and I was permitted. But…what?
I got a chance to have one final chat before the couple left. I honestly like Them and I hope to see them again. And I hope I made a good impression. …
I just honestly hope that Tenneh doesn’t hate me lol.