Once I was standing awkwardly outside the downtown library waiting for a friend to park and a homeless man walked up to me and said,
“God told me to ask you for a dollar.”
So I did.
Who am I to sully God’s name if He actually did tell that guy to ask me for a dollar? Stranger things have happened. In other news, apparently I’m a complete pushover so if you want something from me, all you have to say is:
“Beth, God told me to ask you to lick the inside of my nose.”
And I might just do it.