Things Have a Way of Catching up with Me (standard:humor, 901 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Nov 01 2020	Views/Reads: 1180/831	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Whatever you do, has repercussions. How you treat one person is how, down the road somewhere, you will be treated as well.

I have learned in my life, and probably just one thing: things have a
way of catching up with me. I can't get away with anything. 

It's not that I don't try. There were a few times when I've come pretty
close to getting away with something, but it didn't turn out the way I 
hoped. 

One example stands out. Last year someone hacked into the Gracious
Mistress of the Parsonage's bank account and purchased a case of wine 
for around $700. It took her a few days to see this in her bank 
account. When she saw it, she immediately went to the bank to dispute 
it. 

The interesting thing about this purchase on her account was, it
happened while she was playing the piano in church on a Sunday morning 
here in Florida, and was made at the same time in Southern California. 
I know my wife is terrific, but I did not believe she could do that. To 
be in two different places at the same time is magical. 

Maybe she has more arrows in her quiver than I imagined. 

She finally got it squared away with her bank and got the money put
back. For a while, she was a little worried and checked her bank 
account every day. 

Every once in a while, being the kind of person I am, I will ask her
after the Sunday service, “Did you buy any wine today?” 

I found that quite hilarious but, being on the opposite side of the
marriage aisle, she did not go along with that evaluation. 

Being a country boy, I like to milk every opportunity I get. I remember
telling her at the time, “I didn't know you drank wine.” 

After a while, she quit responding and just gave me one of her infamous
scowls, which only sparked further interest in the subject. 

For a while, I thought I was getting away with this. Things, however,
have a way of catching up, particularly with me, when I least expect 
it. 

Several weeks ago, as I checked my bank account online, I noticed a
transaction for $159.32 for, of all things, cigars. But I don't smoke 
cigars! 

I've delved into it a little bit and discovered that I bought those
cigars in New Jersey the same time I was preaching from the pulpit here 
in Florida. Is it possible that I have now risen to the height of the 
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage? 

Believe me, I was more than aggravated at that kind of thing. $159.32 is
a lot of money for me, and to spend it on cigars when I don't smoke 
cigars is a travesty. 

The next day I headed for the bank to dispute this transaction. After
some time with my banker, she was able to take care of it. It took 
several days for that money to get back into my account. Believe me, I 
checked my account every day until finally, the transaction was gone. 

The fact that that transaction took place in New Jersey at the same time
I was preaching here in Florida was rather disturbing. I thought that 
maybe somebody did this deliberately. 

That, however, was not the end of it. 

“After all these years you haven't told me everything about yourself,”
my wife said to me. “Why didn't you tell me you smoke cigars?” Then she 
laughed. I didn't. 

She egged me into an intense conversation about the fact that I did not,
in any way, smoke cigars; therefore, why in the world would I buy 
cigars. Looking at her, I could see she was enjoying this to the hilt. 

“Is there anything else,” she said rather soberly, “that you haven't
told me?” 


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