Which Reminds Me

One Sunday while living in California I visited a church in Santa Ana and was wandering around looking for the appropriate Sunday School room. I walk into one room and this woman whose name I do not recall walks up to me and asks me where is my husband. I say that I don't have one, that I am not married, and she is horrified to hear it. Don't I know that this is the couples classroom? Suddenly Tim Cederblom appears to escort me to the proper college/career classroom. I never return to that church for many many years. They really should mark their classrooms more carefully to help newcomers find their way around without experiencing such negative incidents of unfortunately getting lost, and also I cannot have Tim imagining that he will be running my life ever in this lifetime. The Cedar tree imagines they can run me around in circles for their own amusement but actually I will not be available to them in future. So obviously I cannot return there. The couples can sling mud all they want at me and I never get a chance to return mail it back to them.