I attended a conference at our church yesterday for pastors and other leadership people. It was a great conference, but that’s not what my blog is about. There were a number of women at the conference and during each break I managed to find myself in line with all the other women needing to “rest” in the restrooms for a moment. I attend a fair number of conferences each year and truthfully, the amount of time I spend in line for the restrooms would equal many days of my life. So, I figure that since I’m taking precious time out of my life to hang out in line, I should get to know the people there. I’ve met some fun and fascinating people in restrooms over the years. Yesterday was no exception.
Yesterday, a woman walked into the restroom behind me and she looked like someone with whom I could strike up a conversation. Not everyone wants to talk while in line. I can’t figure that out. Seriously, what else are they going to do? Contemplate the urgency of the situation? Anyway, this woman looked friendly enough so I asked her what church she was from. She told me she was a missionary to Thailand. I happen to know a woman who is a missionary in Thailand. I met her four years ago, we chatted back then, she bought a few Creative Memories products from me, and then headed back to Thailand. We’ve emailed a few times over the years but obviously don’t see each other much. So, I asked this woman if she knows my friend in Thailand. Not only did she know her, she WAS her! What a hoot. Neither one of us recognized each other – apparently, we’d both changed more in four years than we thought – but it was fun to run into her and catch up.
Later in the day, I met a woman whose son is on the deacon board with me. She was a lovely woman and I enjoyed getting to know her a little. So, it turns out, all of my time in line yesterday was not a waste. It makes me wonder how men ever get to know anyone. There is never a line for their restroom.