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.......with my bus calling partner! 

Our bus captain dropped us off to pick up some of our bus kids.  He said the bus would circle around the block (how does a vehicle "circle" around a square-shaped block?) and pick us up. 



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The bus never came back!  There we were on the big day - All Hallow's Eve - just two faithful lady bus workers in submission to the their bus captain. 

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It was chilly.  We had left our coats on the bus and you know how frigid October can be at times in the windy city. 
 
We were both wearing hose as good Hackerettes do.  For all the heat they provide in the summer, hose do NOT keep you warm in chilly weather. 
 
Do we walk down to the White Castle that's just a block away?  We could call someone from there maybe. 

But, whom would we call?  The only number we knew was 932-0711. 
 
We bowed on our knees there on the sidewalk in northwest Chicago and praise God for HAC's requiring us to do nothing but listen to the "From the Pastor's Study" broadcast whenever Bro. Hyles was in town.  We would never have known that number had we not heard it repeated several times. 
 
That's when we returned to our knees to confess our sins of eating Nacho Cheese Doritos during the broadcast once when we both were in our dorm room. 
 
God is awesome.  He can convict and is always faithful and just to forgive us for Dorito-eating.  We had a mini-revival right there near Addison!
 
As we stood there singing, "Revival Can Happen", we once again were convicted.  (Revival was spreading!) 

How could we have ever entertained the thought of leaving that corner to go to White Castle - a whole block away - when our man of God (aka our bus captain) had told us to wait right there!!!! 

 
Once again, we knelt down (by this time we were in need of new hose.  If only we had brought our bus route bags with us!  We each carried extra pairs of hose with us everywhere we went,) 

We confessed the sin of almost being unsubmissive.  I never desire to have even a slightly rebellions spirit against our bus captain!
 
We stood there, rather meek after moments of confession and getting right with God. 
 
That's when God rewarded us for the bus came rolling down that avenue as we turned our eyes toward the direction of the Dan Ryan! 
 
We were running really late by this time.  When we arrived at 523 Sibley Blvd., the offering had already been received! 
 
The thought occurred to me:  If Baptists observed confessional like the Catholics did, our hose might have survived the sidewalks. 
 
And that's why I could not be a record poster on this day. 
 
Our bus captain took all the blame.  We were glad to be persecuted with demerits.  We deserved them for missing the offering, after all, but he went to Bro. Ray, Bro. Sprunger, and all the other brethren and took all the demerits himself.   
 
Patriotic, you boneheaded bag, you are suppose to be posting this worthless drivel on the Big Day Thread!  How can we reach our goal when you are out in left field (with no glove)?
 
My bus captain told me to start a new one.   
 
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