In no particular order, I present to you the most awesome moments of the week…

The one with the guy at the stop light:

Thursday morning, it was too overcast (read that: cold/gray/miserable/freezing/depressing) to have the windows and sunroof open. I was, however, driving the SUV, which has a respectable sound system. This resulted in ear-throbbing levels of bass during my commute.  Upon rolling up to a stop light, the guy in the car next to mine began giving me over-zealous head nods. I admit I did look pretty hot. At the very least, I was having a good hair day.  A quick glance revealed that this young man was an East Indian chap dressed in thug apparel; he was driving a completely riced Honda Civic; he was a total wangster.  The more I ignored him, the louder he cranked his system. When I could take it no more, I cranked up the bass and rolled down my windows. My song of choice?  ”One Time” by Justin Bieber.  He tried to crank his system louder than mine, but it didn’t work.  Embarrassed, he was forced to concede that he spent too much money on his ridiculous aluminum wing and coffee-can muffler and not nearly enough to better  my stock CD-play and speakers.  Or Justin Bieber, for that matter…

This was almost as awesome as when I drowned out the neighbor guy’s Eminem album with almost 40 minutes of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Free Bird.”

The one with the employee discount at the store I don’t work at.

Tomorrow in Kids Unlimited, we’re talking about God’s plan for the Israelites and how he intended for them to live set apart for Him; I prefer the way my Bible college prof, Ken Esau, put it: “Wow-Weird!”  I thought glow sticks would be a cool object lesson. Moreover, I thought glow sticks would be ridiculously fun.  After  buying 150 glow sticks and six glow-in-the-dark batons, I ventured into the dollar store (insert shudder here) to pick up glow-in-the-dark balls.  The balls I found have flashing blue and red LEDs inside, and they’re awesome.  One of the sales associates helped me find an extra four balls, and, in the course of our conversation, she asked why I was buying insane amounts of glowing toys.  When I explained where I work and what I do, she told me that she has been teaching Sunday school for more than 30 years; she also gave me her employee discount.

The one with the thousand-foot roll of foil.

While a co-worker is out of town, I have taken it upon myself to ensure that all of his office things are thoroughly wrapped in foil.  By “thoroughly” I mean that I intend to wrap every singular object in foil, right down to the littlest push pin and loneliest business card.  I’m about 10% done. Monday might end up rather busy.  The best moment in this adventure [thus far]: flipping on the lights for the first time and realizing just how effective (and reflective) foil can be in a small space.  Next on the to-do list: figuring out how I shall best capture this fellow’s reaction.