Had an interesting experience awhile back. When I was at work I noticed a middle aged fellow pacing back and forth a short distance away. After a bit he came strolling over to me. "Where's the party?" he blurted. I'm thinking, "it's right here, can't you tell man? This is where it's at." but instead I was a good boy and simply repeated his question while plastering a look of perplexity across my face.
"What sort of party are you looking for?" I asked more from curiosity then from any intention to help him, since I didn't have the first clue about any sort of party going on.
" A drinking party." he replied.
"I wouldn't know about that man."
"Really?" he was incredulous. I'm sure it was due to my obvious age, which to him probably slated me as an insatiable college inebriate. (You know I'm being facetious...well, you do now.) "This is College Place isn't it?" he continued. "I was thinking that at College Place I would surely find...you know...some...parties."
Meanwhile I was thinking "No, I wouldn't know, as I said before."
"Or is this some sort of Christian college?" he astutely hypothesized.
"Yeah."
"Oh." he seemed somewhat deflated. He then proceeded to ask me a few questions about the college before taking off, presumably to find someone who did know where the party was.
I hope I was a good representation of a Christian to him, even though it was such a brief encounter. From the sound of things, he must have been a college dipsomaniac that never broke the vicious cycle. Poor guy. How can people live like that? Trying to find happiness and fulfillment, and getting nothing but a blown-out mind and body for their trouble.
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