Busted, but not how I thought!
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Once again, you are special! As for the holster, how do you know she doesn't have one of her own? Just saying. . . .
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This is very true. I have a hilarious story about a very similar event where the very young lady DID have one in her purse, but it only has been related orally so far. I may have to write it out.
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I love your stories... Kate
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There are some people who know I have had this surgery, and have been with me the whole way on my weight loss journey. With the exception of a very few, the people at our church are not in that group. This is mainly because I do not know most of them very well, and discussing my personal health choices is not my idea of creating that kind of bond.
So this morning I am sitting in the Sunday morning service. For many, many years, I have dressed pretty much the same, wearing a nice pair of pants, and a low key Hawaiian style shirt. This type of shirt is not only good for hiding my rotundity, it also does a good job of hiding my personal defense accessory, which goes with me everywhere it is legal to go. So far I have lost 114 lbs, and have gone through several shirt sizes. I was wearing a new one today, and it fit just a little shorter than the previous ones I had been wearing for years.
As we stood up to sing the second hymn, I reached down to tug my shirt into its proper place, just like they do on Star Trek.
To my horror, as I reached around to pull it down in back, I felt about 1 1/2" of holster sticking out below the hem.
And as things go, the woman who sits behind me EVERY Sunday is in a wheelchair, so she has an up close and detailed view of my nether regions.
Sure enough, as I was sitting back down, I felt a tap tap tap on my shoulder. "Oh, great", I thought. "Here we go!" I twisted around in my pew to face her, running through what I was going to have to say to keep her from either going off on me, or quaking in fear.
"Wow, you've really lost a lot of weight! How'd you do that?"
My relief was palpable. I thought quickly.
"I stopped eating!"
She locked eyes with me, and started laughing, nodding her head all the while. So now I am wondering. Did she see my holster, or was she so taken with my new semi svelte appearance that it went by the wayside? I am not keen to find out just yet. But, this is a NSV in that someone outside my circle of those in the know, and who sees me on a regular basis, noticed that I don't block as much of her view of the pulpit anymore.