LA and her mom seem to have this “sign” on their forehead that says “talk to me”. It must be true because people always randomly start talking to them! I would like to tell LA to please keep her sign and not pass it to me because I think yesterday I was wearing the sign.
A few of us hit up Jamba yesterday after football. We had all ordered drinks and I started to head towards the restroom so I could wash my hands. However, I never made it there. I was maybe two steps away when this girl goes, “what does your shirt say?”. I had happened to be wearing the red Hope Harvest shirt from the ultimate tourney last year. “Hope Harvest International,” I reply. I go on and explain to her what it was and she asks, “How can I help? Do you have a business card or something?” I told her I could give her the URL. She proceeded to tell me she goes to Flood. Coincidentally, I had been planning on going to Flood tomorrow (which is now today). So I mentioned that. She told me about how great Matt Hammett was. She told me about the Halloween event they were having and were how they were looking for volunteers and gave me a flyer. Then she said that she normally goes to Flood at the evening services but would go at the morning service if that’s when I was going. She told me she has unlimited texts and to text or call her or email or facebook her. She wrote down all her info.
Then, she seemingly told me her whole life story. How she was stuck out here in San Diego but was from Massachusetts. How she was staying with her ex-boyfriend in this other (older) guy’s house (who was standing next to her at Jamba) and that this other guy buys all their groceries and how he was so kind. And how she really believes in paying in forward even though it has screwed her in the past. How she let somebody or people stay at her house before and they stole all her sound equipment which was worth $15,000. But even though sometimes you get screwed by helping others, sometimes you don’t, and it’s important to give and pay it forward. She said she has two cats or dogs (I can’t remember anymore) and a girl duck named Charlie that is just like the Aflac duck. And on and on and on she went. I was trying hard to pay attention but admittedly I had lost focus a few times. All the while, my drink was called and C. just walked by and handed me my drink. And on and on she went. She said she just wants to pay it forward cause she knows God will take care of her and she doesn’t have to worry because even the birds don’t worry about what they will eat referring to Matthew 6:25-27. She kept talking about giving and giving and giving and not expecting anything back. And I said, “Yep, that’s the beauty of grace.”
And then she wanted my information, but I was getting this weird vibe from her. I had actually tried to go a couple times but she just kept going and going. And I know for you guys reading it, it might not actually sound that odd or strange, but trust me, it didn’t start out that strange, but it got kinda strange. So I gave her my name, email, and phone number. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have given her my phone number and I should have given her some other email address. But I didn’t give her my fb. She was like, yeah, let me know so I can come to flood and talk to you. Finally, the 10lbs (exaggerating) of wheatgrass she had ordered was ready and off they went.
So my attempt to go and wash my hands turned into a 20 minute conversation/encounter. It was quite random and strange. I don’t think I like the “Talk to Me Sign.” Someone please take it from me.