Following our Pastor-Parish Relations Committee meeting, after all the paper had been pushed, the Chairperson asked if she could speak to me privately. Uh-oh, I thought. But nothing could have prepared me for what she wanted to talk to me about.
Turns out one or more persons are very upset because they think I must by lying to protect the person who really knocked down the light pole at church Christmas night. After all, there wasn't a scratch on my car.
I'm flabbergasted. I don't know whether to be flattered that they think I just couldn't have driven into the damned thing myself, or outraged that they think I'm so untruthful (and stupid) as to assume responsibility for someone else in this matter. Just a reflection of somebody's twisted mind, I guess. I assured the Chair that I really did whack the light pole.
I never did expect the universe to make sense, but it's only occasionally that I think I detect maniacal laughter from behind the closed door of the cosmos. Well, the truth is what it is, and I have told it, and don't intend to lose any sleep over people with no sense.