Proving Myself Right

A while ago I wrote this post about the inevitability of running into parishioners when I am at my grossest, sloppiest, and most exhausted.  Yesterday, after returning from a week of travel at 7:30am, collapsing into bed, waking up and realizing I had no food in the house, I decided that just this once it would be okay to go to the grocery store looking like an unwashed degenerate, because no one I know even goes to that particular grocery store.  Yeah...not okay.  I'm not sure whether I was relieved or embarrassed that the child of the person I ran into did not even recognize me in that state.