Picking up strangers for church . . .
When she spotted me in my car outside the door, she came walking over. "O.k. - she'll see me when she gets closer, and keep walkin'... , umm... she's not stoppin'... (car door opens) uh.. Ma'am, I think somebody else will be waiting to pick you up . ." (she gets in, closes the door - that's when I notice the thick, coke-bottle glasses, waiting for us to leave).
As she leans forward to me from the back seat to see what I've been mumbling about, I see this sheer look of horror through her thick glasses to see me smiling from the front seat . . .
She was really great about the whole thing, but made a really quick exit!