Some people would tell you that things like duck-billed platypus are evidence that God has a sense of humor. And, while I would agree with them, I happen to have first hand knowledge that God has a sense of humor.
Let me share the following terribly true story.
A year ago, D and I took a vacation to celebrate both of our birthdays, our 4th wedding anniversary and to take our minds off the fact that we were having troubles in the baby-making field. First up was a cruise, followed by a day at Disneyland, followed by some time with dear friends.
This particular story takes place at Disneyland.
As we entered the park, for some reason I was speaking in a British accent. I honestly couldn't tell you why. I thought that it would be hilarious if I could convince someone that I was from Great Britain. D rolled his eyes at me and tried to talk me into dropping the accent. But I was having a grand time and didn't want to stop.
We got in line at Mr. Toad's Wild Ride and D and I were still bantering back and forth about me being silly. Disneyland will give you a button to wear if you're there to celebrate your birthday! Lo and behold, a little girl was in line behind us and she was wearing such a pin. So, I turned around and said "Happy Birthday," in my accent of course. Well, this little girl was with her whole family, grandparent's included, and she happened to be standing with her grandma*. Her grandma, hearing me speak, stopped the conversation she was having, turned around, and excitedly asked me where I was from. I grinned and said "Cambridge." The lady, still excited, said "Oh my goodness! My husband and I just got back from 18 months in Edinburgh Scotland where we were serving a mission for our church!"
I had a sinking feeling.
I asked, "Are you Mormon?" to which the lady, even more excited now, replied "Yes! Are you?"
I said "Yes" feeling rather embarrassed at this point.
D just started laughing.
I wanted to die. Here was this lady who shares my faith. She had just spent 18 months in the Lord's service in Scotland. She was obviously a good person. She was there with her family. And I was deceiving her because I thought it would be funny!!!
She asked me how D and I met. I was able to tell the truth at this point and said that we had met at BYU. She got a kick out of that and said "Oh wow! An international love story!"
D was laughing really hard at this point.
She then introduced me to her entire family. Children, grandchildren, everyone.
And then she said, "You know what I had the most trouble with adjusting to in Scotland? Driving on the wrong side of the road." Then she looked at me and said "Well, you must know what that's like!!!"
D now was totally having fun and said, "Oh yeah, she had trouble with that, too!"
This sweet lady kept the conversation going until it was our turn to get on the ride, much to D's entertainment and my mortification.
Mr. Toad's Wild Ride takes you on a wild ride that ends in hell. D was kind enough to point that out to me, saying that it was rather appropriate given that I had just spent the last 20 minutes lying to a kind lady and her entire family.
We got off the ride and I made D run because I couldn't bear to run in to that lady and her family again!
And then, I busted up laughing. Because God has a sense of humor. He said "Really? You think it would be funny to convince someone you're from GB? Ok! Convince this sweet lady and her family!"
Thanks, God. Thank you. Really funny.
*Dear stranger we met in line for Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, please know that I'm sorry for lying to you! You're very kind and your family is wonderful! I feel so embarrassed, but it really is kind of funny isn't it? I hope you can laugh at my silliness, too!
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