I have a couple of posts percolating right now, but it’s difficult to say when they will actually surface on this blog. It seems like creative writing and I haven’t been getting along terribly well lately. (It’s the strangest thing… I think it’s giving me the silent treatment.) I do actually have some drafts saved, but time will tell…
At any rate, I received some inspiration tonight that I knew must be immediately attended to. The subject being: The lost and found in the IHOP-KC hallway.
Seeing that we have people coming and going 24/7, it makes a lot of sense to have a lost and found. Also considering that, depending on the day, people may be leaving the prayer room either a) euphoric with some kind of revelation, or b) bleary-eyed and spacey from trying to focus for six hours, it makes a whole lot of sense to have a way to reunite them with the stuff they forget to take with them. We of course have the assorted water bottles, reading glasses, coffee mugs (which we really shouldn’t be bringing in the first place), bibles, journals, and jackets. Not so much with the jackets now that it’s summer. But then again, we do still have plenty of people who bring hoodies, especially if they are going to sit on the frigid front row. Note for the the webstream or GOD TV viewers: If you see someone shaking gently on the very front row, it might not be the Spirit falling — it’s about an equal chance they’re just cold. Either way, do the brother/sister a favor and pray for God to send His fire.
Um. Anyway. The lost and found.
The existence of the lost and found makes a lot of sense. What doesn’t make sense to me is some of the stuff that winds up stacked on its shelves.
Here are some of my favorites:
- A one-gallon cooking pot.
- A ladle, on a completely different day than the aforementioned pot.
- A four-square ball.
- One of those giant stretchy rubber band exercise thingies. I can see it now: “Yeah, I’m goin’ to IHOP to get in some reps.”
- Speaking of exercise — a medium sized resistance ball. No, I’m not kidding.
- A drinking glass, which wouldn’t be that odd except that it was from my house. We intended to bring that up at the next house meeting. I don’t think we ever did. Don’t leave our dishes in the briefing room, gals.
- A bobble-head doll, missing an arm, depicting some guy who plays for the Royals. The doll lives in the briefing room now.
- One adult-sized shoe. Just one. I can see how anyone under the age of six might leave the prayer room without either or both of their shoes. But it baffles me that a grown person would walk in with two, walk out with one, and not notice the difference.
- A Ziploc bag with part of a sandwich in it, the losing of which is not half as funny as the saving of it. Perhaps someone left it there to wait for them while they went in the prayer room.
- An assortment of really amazing kids’ books, the most recent one being “There’s a Frog in the Sink!”, sporting giant googly eyes that poked all the way through the book.
- And tonight’s find that prompted this post: a blackboard, two feet by three feet, complete with a little tray to hold the chalk, ready and waiting to be mounted on a kindergarten classroom wall… except it was in the lost and found. At IHOP. Which is clearly not a kindergarten classroom.
Any of my IHOP-KC fellows, please feel free to add to the list in the comments below. The more out-of-the-blue the item, the better. 😀