Irony

My brother has been complaining over the amount of deep spiritual blogs. So, to indulge his shallowness I will try to update on the more humourous side of life. Except this is kind of about my sinful behavior - which has already been repented of. So I feel it is ok to blog about.


So this weekend I was driving down Dobson Road. I was late for church, so naturally I was speeding. Criminally. And putting other people's lives in danger. And then...someone cut me off. Like, pulled out right in front of me and got up to a speed of oh, say 35. Now, I have been known to get road rage from time to time so I moved on over to the other lane and wouldn't let him get over when he wanted to. So mean. But then I realized that this wasn't just your average annoying driver...this was the Ice Cream Man. No joke. "Grandpa's Ice Cream" to be exact. So then, I felt pretty convicted over my poor behavior. What kind of girl cuts off Grandpa Ice Cream on the way to church?? What kind of ugly person have I become?