Logical Mind

I am more logical than have been given credit for.  I am more logical than you understand.

My mother when I was just seventeen or so said the kind of car I should have is an MG.  I immediately said no.

Now, I wonder whose idea it was that I should have an MG hers or someone else?

I immediately said no because I was so aware of my financial position.  How was I going to pay for parts and service on a foreign car?  This was the 80’s service stations were different.

My finances said I was not an MG, I was a slightly used stock factory car still under warranty and original parts.

My personality however, is a convertible MG.  Zipping around town, I would be so cute.

Is this why the pastor at Harborside drove a convertible?  He told a story of his son playing basketball getting a bloody nose with friends, using his shirt to stop the blood.  He stopped for gas on his way home throwing the shirt with blood in the trash where someone at the station called the cops believing he had done a crime and was getting rid of evidence.

I just looked at my pastor when he told me this story.  It felt just like a story and nothing more.  It’s one of those moments where you say to yourself, how do they want me to respond to them?  In a normal conversation you don’t say that to yourself.

Do they want me to forget that I saw David Wolfe (2012 or so) in a car in front of me sitting in the middle of the back seat?