This year our family went to our pastor’s house for easter, along with other members of the congregation of the church we are going to at this time. We (the young men) were playing basketball, or street football, or something of the kind when we decided that it was high time for a water break.

We milled into the kitchen two or three at a time. When it came my turn to mosey into the kitchen I did so only to hear one of the young ladies talking about me. At first I was surprised to hear my name spoken in my presence, but then I heard what she said about me and my surprise turned to amusement.

The young lady was referring to the previous Sunday when my family had come to her house to sing hymns and generally fellowship. I have a base voice, but can’t read music very well. So when she and the other girls were giving the notes for the song on the piano I jokingly said “give me the bass note”. Apparently this young lady did not know that I can’t carry a tune in a bucket and even if I could it would do no good, gave me the bass note anyway and when I told her it was a joke she did not get it. (I can say the following because she can not see my blog) I think she has a blond streak in her.

Anyway that is what she was talking about when I happened to be standing right across the table from her. Although I was straight across from her she did not see me because she was so into the story of how rude it was of me to ask for something then not use it when I got it. At this time everybody at the table but the young lady knew I was standing there and had gotten very quiet and was looking at the story teller. After a bout 30 seconds one of the people at the table could not stand it any longer spoke up and said “He is standing right there”.

The young lady looked up to see me smiling and trying not to laugh. Once she saw me she turned bright red, got a look on her face that said “oh”. Me being the good sport that I am mercifully walked out of the room to prevent further embarrassment.