Sunday Morning Church Disservice: And The Holy Baby Jeebus Said, "Let There Be Pie!!"

It’s another glorious Sabbath in Bagwine, Ohio…Today, Sunny and 79 degrees.

I haven’t been able to keep up with all you beautiful Bagwine Heads.

I do apologize, but…

My beer peddling schedule has been busier than the receptionist at Paris Hilton’s gynecologist’s office.

Today is no better. I work from 11-7 today; catering to the masses as they pick up a little libation on their way home from a stirring religious service.

I worked from 11 A.M.-9 P.M. yesterday, and in my post I had requested that people pity me and bring me food.

By the grace of Mary, Joseph, and the Holy Baby Jeebus, my prayers were answered.
Now dig it…

First up, Schmoop’s brother dropped off a handmade, fresh made cheeseburger. Plenty of cheese, pickles, and off-the-grill smokiness.

Secondly…an older couple came through to get their weekend usual, and asked what I was doing there on Saturday.

I told them I was filling in. I gave them their order and they said that they would be back on their way home.

Twenty minutes later, they came back through, not to order anything else but to drop something off.

They had gone to KFC to pick up their dinner, and stopped to drop off two drumsticks, a biscuit, and a little bowl of coleslaw for me.

They said that I looked hungry. I think it was more being perturbed by working Saturday, but whatever works.

Late in the evening, a guy I had never waited on before came through. He wanted a twelve pack of Pepsi.

There’s a Donatos Pizza place next door to our Drive-Thru, and I caught the distinct smell of anchovies emanating from his car.

I asked him upon giving him his order, “Mmmm, you have anchovies on that pizza, don’t you?” He replied, “Ha, yes I do.”

“I love em’”, I said.

When I came back with his change, he handed me a napkin with three big pieces of pepperoni and anchovy pizza on top , and said, “We anchovy lovers have to stick together.”

I thanked him, and devoured the hairy fish laden pie. Yum-Oh!!

Today’s lesson comes from the Book of Menus…a little known Holy book that I talked about this past Lent. Click HERE, if you missed it.

The quote from Jeebus goes like this, “Feed the hungry, clothe the nekkid, and make sure Matt-Man gets his share of pie.”

Due to the kindness of friends and strangers yesterday, that Messianic directive was followed.

People, for the most part, are quite a lovely lot.

Enjoy the football today. I’ll be out there stimulating the economy. And with any luck, when I get off tonight, I’ll be stimulating Schmoop.

Cheers!!