We have a guy at our church who drives a cart in the parking lot. He’s like the Barney Fife of cart driving. His name is Jim the driver. We know this because his badge says “Jim – Driver.” When we arrive at 8:15 he’s waiting. If we arrive at 8:16 he points out we’re running a little late.
When you get in Jim’s cart be ready and hold on because he’s off like a sprinter in the 100 yard dash. And as fast as his 0 to 60 is, his stories are even quicker. You didn’t ask, but he’ll tell you how many services he’s working, who didn’t show up for work, and what weather to expect after church.
He’ll get around to asking you how you’re doing, but by the time you say “fine,” he’s pulling up to the curb to let you off, and speeding away to kidnap, uh, pick up the next family.
He loves his job and it truly seems to be his calling.
I wonder if he carries a bullet.