Where’s my staple remover?

So, I thought I’d follow my heart-felt, soul baring blog with a really disturbing but hopefully funny story from my childhood. But, I’m going to be intentionally vague about some of the details…protecting the innocent, blah blah blah. But trust me, this story is crazy enough without names and dates.

When I was 13, I traveled to a conference with a neighboring church (my church was too small to really do a lot of big, out-of-state conferences). Anyway, at said conference, I was put in a room with a bunch of people I didn’t know. Let me be more specific. I had to share a bed with someone I didn’t know.

Not a big deal, I thought. Girls don’t mind doubling up in hotels. I had done it on a ton of youth trips.

But this girl…let’s just say she had some issues. The first night, she’s telling me she had surgery just before the trip. I nod politely, until the moment she flops her leg on top of the flowered comforter and showed me her staples.

Dear. Lord. Staples are gross! They do not belong in human flesh! I thought I would throw up, but I managed to hold it together. But, dear readers, things got worse.

The next night, just as I was dozing off, my “friend” decided to share with me that when she had her surgery, they took her off her meds. The meds she was taking for some mental issues. Um, that didn’t sound like the best idea to me. I turned over and tried to feign sleep. I was just dozing off when she started shaking my shoulder.

“Brandy,” she whispered urgently. “Do you think God forgives every sin?”

Y’all. I thought she was getting ready to kill me. And then ask God to forgive her for it. So I answered accordingly.

“I don’t think He forgives murder,” I whispered into the darkness.

She seemed satisfied with my answer. I knew I had just lied to her. But I could ask forgiveness later. This girl had staples in her leg, no meds in her system, and I wasn’t about to take any chances.

I believe in grace and all. But what’s a terrified 13-year-old to do?

8 Responses to “Where’s my staple remover?”

  1. Geof F. Morris Says:

    HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That is hilarious! :)

  2. mandy Says:

    Ha! Seriously, you have the best stories. And I”m going to make “i don’t think he forgives murder” into some sort of catchphrase. :)

  3. Bethany Says:

    Ummm….that’s really random and funny! I kinda want to hear if there’s more to that story.

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  5. sarah Says:

    Serious humor jolt! Just what I needed this morning. Thanks!

  6. Amber Says:

    This made me laugh so hard at the breakfast table that my husband looked up from his cereal and snidely said, “Looks like you’re having fun.”

    When I saw you were writing about a creepy girl you shared a room with for a conference, I got really worried it was going to be that creepy girl from Boston.

  7. krissy Says:

    how do you make me laugh all the time? sorry i had to kick you out, but you had to go…cookies were calling your name. ;)

  8. MOM Says:

    I DON’T EVEN THINK I HAVE TO ASK WHO YOUR BED PARTNER WAS. YOU SURE CAN MAKE ME LAUGH. WHEN ARE YOU AND AMANDA GOING TO WRITE YOU’LLS CHILHOOD STORY.

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