My early christian learning started at Epworth Church in Laurel in the 70s /80s. The Epworth Quartet was a favorite to listen to in the pew as I played tic-tac-toe.
We were on an overnight flight with a group of other travelers. A man in our group was wearing a black sweat suit and got up to use the restroom, making his way through the dimly lit plane. His wife looked up and saw a man in a black sweat suit making his way toward her. When he got close she gave him a pinch that would only be appropriate between a husband and his wife. Having been pinched the man looked at her with a big grin. It was not her husband. Our group roared with laughter at her expense.
So you're saying not all bald heads have their own distinct appearance is that right Bill?
I have a photo I took since I've been in the nursing care facility that looks exactly like Don from the back. You & I know that is not possible. 🤣
That's Hysterical.
My early christian learning started at Epworth Church in Laurel in the 70s /80s. The Epworth Quartet was a favorite to listen to in the pew as I played tic-tac-toe.
We were on an overnight flight with a group of other travelers. A man in our group was wearing a black sweat suit and got up to use the restroom, making his way through the dimly lit plane. His wife looked up and saw a man in a black sweat suit making his way toward her. When he got close she gave him a pinch that would only be appropriate between a husband and his wife. Having been pinched the man looked at her with a big grin. It was not her husband. Our group roared with laughter at her expense.