For that reason I asked her to do a guest post for me, and boy did she deliver. This story is brilliant!
If you fancy reading the rest of her work, you can find it over at Life Is A Great Big Canvas. For now, enjoy this tale about the time she was accused of being a prostitute...
Okay so when Charlotte asked me to do a guest post I was super excited, yet I had a major case of writers block. One of the ideas she had for me to write about was a funny story from my life. Should be easy given I have tons yet when you need one it’s not there. Well as I was driving yesterday down Davis Highway, the highway from hell, I saw a street evangelist and all of sudden it was like BOOM. I KNOW WHAT STORY I’M GOING TO TELL! The story I will share will be the time a street evangelist family threw holy water on my car and called me a prostitute.
Okay so now that I hope you have mental picture of where I live I hope you can visually see what I'm about to tell you. Okay so back in summer of 2008 I was 20 years old and was living in apartment with my two friends and had just started getting serious with a guy and basically was on cloud nine without a care in the world. Well this story takes place the morning after Cinco de Mayo. Now for beach kids Cinco de Mayo is a huge holiday. It's made up of river trips that you don't remember except for the horrible sunburn and hangover you come home with or stories of you being passed out on your towel on the beach and your drunk friends forgetting to rub in the sunscreen so you have a smiley face tan on your back. My cinco that year was spent at the boy I was getting serious withs house. Basically I went over there after work and we had planned on meeting with friends out at the bar but decided to pre-game first which led to us playing a game and the loser took tequila shots. We never made it to the bar and guess who lost the most? Yes, that would be me.
Anyways on my way back to my apartment you have to get on Davis Hwy. Which is where all the street evangelists gather. They're on every block the whole way down this long highway. They LOVE the block right before the campus to the university which is where my apartment was. Probably because they think all college kids who don't attend the Christian College 20 mins away are committing sin 24/7. So in my hungover haze I was stuck at the light waiting to turn on Campus Drive and I had an evangelist family yelling at me different Bible verses. When you're hungover you hate multiple things but mainly light and yelling. Which happened to be the two things I was dealing with given I couldn't find my sunglasses and I was the car closest to the curb.
Oh and to make it worse...or better?... a group of fraternity guys were next to me in their car and they were cheering. I still think they were drunk from the night before because like I said it was around 7 a.m. Well not only did the mother literally shun her child's eyes and pray out loud to God that the image of my chest be erased from his memory but that He please help "this prostitute" find her path and know that He is the only way. Then she took ALL of her Holy Water and threw it on my car and then did the sign of the cross.
Clearly THAT lady has some issues, not me!
Oh and in case you guys were wondering the reason I didn't find my tank was because it was under the pillow at the boys house. Yeah...please don't judge. I promise I'm not a prostitute, I dated him for roughly 3 years after that incident hahaha.