Another day, another blog

The other day I was feeling desperately unhappy with breakfast, and it reminded me of another miserable morning meal that was saved by a boy with owleye glasses and an apron. The apron was because he worked at the Burge dining hall and was behind the breakfast bar that fateful morning when I staggered into the dining hall, stressed out and haggard.

It was my first semester at college and midterms were afoot. I was not having a good day and I'd only been awake for a couple hours, which did not bode well. I thought, The one and only bright spot in my immediate future, the single thing that will salvage this day is the fact that I am about to partake in tasty biscuits-'n'-gravy. There were two left in the bin, one for the guy in front of me if he so chose, and one for me, right? But no! No, the evil overlord bent on wreaking chaos and despair who had disguised himself as a college student took BOTH BISCUITS. I reeled. My world was shattered.

You know that moment that housewives who have hacked their husbands to itty bitty pieces and taken an electric eggbeater to their juicy innards describe as "the breaking point"? I think I hit mine. I stared blankly at the empty biscuit bin, unable to respond. My right eye twitched. Then I saw that owleyed boy come around the corner carrying a steaming bin of... of...!

Tri-taters. Bitter disappointment.

But that blessed university employee took one look at my expression and hastily set the tri-taters aside on the nearest available surface with an utterance of "I'll be right back." Then he ran to fetch a fresh bin of biscuits, thus saving my day as well as that of everyone within a 50-foot radius who I may well have beaten to death in a blind and senseless fury with my breakfast tray.

I took my biscuit and gravy and poured myself some chocolate milk and joyfully attacked my plate for six minutes before rushing off to take my midterm, which I didn't fail. The end.

Some people might tell me that such anecdotes have no place in a blog intended for spiritual ramblings but to them I say that our lord Jesus was in that boy with the owleyed glasses, and it was by His grace that my biscuity salvation drew so hastily nigh, hallelujah!

Sometimes I get really angry or sad at the human species and think there is no saving us, but then I remember that there are people like the Biscuit Boy and I think, maybe we're not so bad, after all.