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Thursday, September 17, 2009

Weeds

"Hey Christina... I remember u mentioning u could get some weed...im going to a cubs game 2morrow and could use some. Do u have any? Thanks."

I got that text at 7:12 last night.

Contrary to what you might think, I don't in fact know how to get my hands on weed. I know, I know, shocking.

At first I thought it was just a random "wrong number" text, akin to the text I had gotten last week from "Tony" who met me at the club.

But then it was strange that "Christina," the weed supplier, had a name so dangerously close to mine.

"I mean it would be one thing if she had written, 'Ashley, I remember u mentioning u could get some weed.'" I said to Dwayne. "But it's a little unnerving that her name is 'Christina.'"

For a split second, and I mean a very SPLIT second, I thought I was living some sort of movie nightmare when you suddenly realize you have multiple personalities and that "Christina" hasn't aged in the last ten years and that she is in fact, YOU. Was I dealing drugs in a clandestine, double life?

But no, when do I have time for a double life? Truly? Right after Noelle goes to bed? On laundry day? Or do I squeeze it in between my teaching schedule?

Later on, as Dwayne and I were lying in bed chatting, it hit me. Like the pieces of a CSI case slipping together, I suddenly realized -- the sender's name had shown up on my phone.

"Wait, wait, wait!" I said jolting up in bed. "C---'s name wouldn't have shown up on my phone if she wasn't in my phone book?" And as soon as the words left my mouth I knew who it was.

It was a C-----, from church.

How does that saying go? "Beware your sins will find you out." :-)

Dwayne and I laughed and laughed until we fell asleep.

Of course, she meant to send the text to Christina, but had accidentally hit "send to Christin" instead. How horrified would she be if she knew what she had done?

I imagined C---- waiting to hear back from Christina, cursing the air, then getting anxious and worried. Why wasn't she texting back? Was Christina mad? Was she snubbing? Where else could she find some weed at such short notice?

Today, I decided to put C---- out of her misery.

I texted back, "How was the Cubs game?"

5 Comments:

Blogger Josh said...

I LOVE IT!! What a gem!

9:04 PM  
Blogger Erika Hettinger said...

I try to refrain from the use of the LOL comment...but, really, I'm Laughing Out Loud!

5:04 PM  
Blogger Gwen said...

This is great! Did you get a response?

Hey, saw your comment on my comment about the strengthfinders. Here's my two posts on that:

gwenjackson.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-are-you-good-at.html

gwenjackson.blogspot.com/2008/09/knowing-who-you-are.html

8:15 AM  
Blogger Christin said...

Hi Gwen, I did get a response and it was pretty cool. She e-mailed back saying that she was embarrassed but "relieved by the reality check." She said she'd lost connection with church and Jesus and was falling into old habits, but really wanted to change. She said change just felt so "foreign" to her at that moment.

It actually turned into a cool dialogue!

8:10 PM  
Blogger Gwen said...

Wow, Christin, your response to her text had a redeeming affect on her.

11:24 AM  

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