The Sausage Lady

In much the same manner as Dan had a relationship with the "Bo-po" (Boston Police), the rest of us were enjoying a leisurely weekend afternoon at Costco. As you may know, the weekends are great at Costco, because you can eat a full meal getting "tasters". As we approached the sausage section of the store, we could smell the sausages cooking away. The children were eager to have this bite-sized sample, so we headed to the display. As they stood there, sweetly smiling at the woman, she lit into them in several shocking ways while she was chewing on her own sample. I was floored and needless to say, could not come up with a quick one-liner, but gave her a very good shifty eyed look. As we walked away, she continued to slander our sweet children and their mother to those around her. I walked around the store in a daze, trying to figure out what to do because it would NOT be good for the children to see their mother in a brawl over sausage samples. The manager ended up hearing the story and gave the children mouthfuls of M n M's. They left satisfied. I was still stewing. Later, Dan shared his Bo-po story in his sermon and how he realized he was just as vile and ugly and in need of Jesus as the policeman who was having a bad day. On the way home from church, our middle child said, "I liked Daddy's sermon today. It reminded me of the Sausage Lady." Which led me to confess my ugly heart for this woman who may not know Jesus and was badly in need of a nap.