I watched a bunch of movies today.

Mr. Zoom and I did a lot of running around this past week. In one particular sequence we went to the ATM and then faced with a late hour and exhausted bodies, we shot through a drive-thru for an unhealthy dinner. Upon his checking the bag before we drove away, I heard the most defeated sigh I’ve ever heard come out of Mr. Zoom. I figured they had forgotten an item. I was wrong.

“There are four orders of large fries in this bag.”

“Did they leave something out and give us fries instead?”

“No, everything is here, PLUS all of these fries we didn’t order. Oh sure. God won’t let me get away with that kind of thing at the ATM, but the minute I go through a drive-thru, he floods me with extras.”

Foxholes and prison are not the only places one finds God.