Wednesday, February 09, 2005

So remember the deputy with whom I have a deal where everytime he utters the F-word in my presence he has to pay up $.25? I got two quarters from him yesterday (one was actually from Friday, but he didn’t have any money on him then).

We were in the conference room eating lunch. As he was digging the coins out of his pocket, a woman in the room let fly with GD in a series of sentences about whatever it was we were talking. And he said, “Why you got to say the Lord’s name in vain like that?” (His exact wording - he’s from Cajun country.) She laughed and said, “He’s not my Lord,” to which he said, “Well, he’s mine, and I don’t like that.”

*crickets*

ECD and I were stunned into silence for a few seconds. And then I said to him, “Thank you,” as he rolled the quarters over to me, not only for the quarters but for the line he will not verbally cross. So I’m almost willing to cut him a little slack on the F-word, except that it’s a fun game to play with him and he’s paying for the candy I keep on my desk for people who visit my office.

On the other, I let that pass - I’ve had conversations with her in the past about spiritual things. She grew up Baptist, until her mother decided she was a witch. Yeah, wow. That one is covered by prayer.