You'd have to have God in the building to get help at Home Depot. I don't know how they stay in business ....
Rob Grano
May 11, 2007 10:08 PM
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When my daughter was two I was driving to the post office and a car pulled out in front of us. "Idiot!" I said, and to my great surprise a little voice from the backseat said "F--king man!" After I picked my jaw back up, I told her that was a bad word, and asked her where she heard it, the word not being a part of my or my then-wife's vocabulary. Without a pause she answered "Home Depot." To this day I have no idea what her response meant, whether she actually heard it there or it was the first thing to pop into her head (we were nowhere near a Home Depot at the time), but it goes some ways in perhaps explaining why Rod's son requested prayer for the people there.
Andrew
May 11, 2007 10:18 PM
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No sense praying for the folks at Home Depot. When I shop there I can never seem to find anyone who actually works there.
watsy
May 11, 2007 10:39 PM
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Rob, that's hilarious. When my daughters were born, my mother stayed with us for a little while. My son was close to turning three. One day, he looked at my mom and said, "We don't say curse words in our house." Then he proceeded to list all of the curse words that we don't say in our house. My mother looked a little shocked and asked for him to repeat what he just said. He started at the beginning with, "We don't say curse words in our house." Then he repeated each and every curse word that we don't say in our house. Mom looked at me and said, "Where did he learn those words?" I gave her the only answer that I could. Preschool. Where else?
David J. White
May 11, 2007 11:37 PM
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Whenever my mother thinks my head is getting too big, she delights in telling stories about things I said or did when I was little, as a way of taking me down a peg. It usually works. ;-)
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Rod Dreher is an editorial columnist for the Dallas Morning News, and author of "Crunchy Cons" (Crown Forum), a nonfiction book about conservatives, most of them religious, whose faith and political convictions sometimes put them at odds with mainstream conservatives. The views expressed in this blog are his own.
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You'd have to have God in the building to get help at Home Depot. I don't know how they stay in business ....
When my daughter was two I was driving to the post office and a car pulled out in front of us. "Idiot!" I said, and to my great surprise a little voice from the backseat said "F--king man!" After I picked my jaw back up, I told her that was a bad word, and asked her where she heard it, the word not being a part of my or my then-wife's vocabulary. Without a pause she answered "Home Depot." To this day I have no idea what her response meant, whether she actually heard it there or it was the first thing to pop into her head (we were nowhere near a Home Depot at the time), but it goes some ways in perhaps explaining why Rod's son requested prayer for the people there.
No sense praying for the folks at Home Depot. When I shop there I can never seem to find anyone who actually works there.
Rob, that's hilarious. When my daughters were born, my mother stayed with us for a little while. My son was close to turning three. One day, he looked at my mom and said, "We don't say curse words in our house." Then he proceeded to list all of the curse words that we don't say in our house. My mother looked a little shocked and asked for him to repeat what he just said. He started at the beginning with, "We don't say curse words in our house." Then he repeated each and every curse word that we don't say in our house. Mom looked at me and said, "Where did he learn those words?" I gave her the only answer that I could. Preschool. Where else?
Whenever my mother thinks my head is getting too big, she delights in telling stories about things I said or did when I was little, as a way of taking me down a peg. It usually works. ;-)
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