The somber man handed me a piece of paper and calmly stated, “You’ve been rejected.” He went on to explain why.
I headed for my car, prepared to deal with his diagnosis.
As I drove down the street, I noticed the large R at the righthand side of my window.
R for Reject.
Did I mention I was at an auto body shop where they do annual vehicle state inspections, required by law in Massachusetts?
Maybe it was my hypersensitivity that noticed cars taking a wide berth around me, like they could catch Reject disease.
I wanted to roll down my window and yell, “It’s just a malfunctioning seat belt..in the middle of the backseat…where nobody sits.” But I let it go, put on my dark glasses instead.
Stopped at a red light, set me to wondering if one of the younger Grands shoved a tooth inside the seatbelt gizmo, setting up a real test for the tooth fairy.
As some say, much to my annoyance, “Whatever.”
New seatbelt clicker’s been ordered.
For sure, letters matter.
Letters of the law.
Tom Haugen, chaplain at Gordon College, told of living in Switzerland where an L on a license plate informed folks the driver was a Learner. He suggested maybe it was a good idea to hang an L- plate in his office, reminding himself and others he’s still a Learner.
R for Reject.
L for Learner.
G for Grace to deal with both,
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