I believe everyone has a story.

There is a lady, who sells newspapers, everyday in our city. I’ve always wanted to sit down and just interview her. I just know, she must be one feisty lady.

Of all the newspaper sales people I’ve ever seen, she sticks out. Every time I see her she is wearing a different hat or costume. She has been Cleopatra, an angel, Dr. Seuss, and I believe Pharaoh. We don’t speak much, I ask how much, she always replies, $1.25.

One day, I came up to her at a red light and rolled down my window. It was not a Sunday, so I didn’t want a paper just some small chat.

I told her that I had missed her the Sunday before. She says she was at church. I said really what church do you attend? She replied, she went to my church. So, I thought she might be a Chreaster*. About that time, the light changed and I’ve never made another opportunity to speak with her.

I’ve been going to the same church for about 5 years now and my husband and I are constantly meeting people who say they go there, but, might be only what my friend, Selina, calls Chreasters.
*Chreaster – People who go to church only on Christmas and Easter.

She has since, moved on to a greener pasture or greener light anyway. One day, I do hope to run into her and just ask her a few questions that I have been pondering.

• Why this job?
• What did she want to be when she was younger? Was she totally a drama girl?
• Where do you sit when you go to church? Surely, I’ve must have noticed you without the costume?
• Don’t you think it would be fun to if we all wear costumes to church just to see if the pastor would even notice? Better yet, do wear this for your husband to make dinner?
• Do you ever give a discount to a returning customer? (Yes, I’m really that cheap.)

Moral of the story; not one really, except, “Be careful what you wear! People like myself are constantly giving you the 3rd degree in our minds.”