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We spent last Sun-Wed at Morrison Heights and had ourselves a BAAAAAAAAWWWWL!

First, I'll tell you about the event, then I'm gonna give you a cute little story about the week.

First of all, big thanks to Morrison Heights for treating us so well! Coming to your church was a breath of fresh air. Also, thanks to everyone who came and offered their services to be a part of what God is doing. At the first service of this week-long event, the church was full, but by the last night, people were sitting on the floor. The college student ministry team sat behind us in the chior seats! Everything was such a worshipful experience in the room that night.

So, ok. Here's my story. A few weeks ago, my laptop broke, and I've been stuck in the hotel lobbys using their generic desktops. So, at the hotel, after about two hours of sitting on the internet, I start heading back to my room. When I got to the door, I noticed a piece of paper taped on my door. I studied it a little, and I realized that it was a bill for using the lobby's computer. I thought, "What a drag. Oh well...", until I saw how much it cost. It all rang up to $91.30!!! I bursted into my door and asked Forrest (our current bass player) if he'd seen it. He said he didn't see it. Then I realized that Harold very often likes to play tricks on me, so I went to his room next door, and interrogated him, "Please tell me this is one of your stupid jokes!" I showed him what it was, and he looked me square in the eye and said, "I have no idea where that came from." On the bottom of the bill it said, "If you have any questions, please see the front desk." So that's what Forrest and I did.

I asked the lady at the desk if knew anything about the bill as I showed it to her. She said, "Oh, yeah. You're only supposed to use the computer for 20 minutes at a time, and if you go over, we have to charge you for it." I said, "For me to rightfully have to pay this bill, you have to have a notice written out somewhere stating that agreement." Well, I wish I had thought that fast. All I really said was, "BBBBbut there's no sign." She said, "Actually there is," as we followed her to the computer room. As she reached under a stack of paper AND a huge yellow pages, pulling out a little framed piece of paper, she said, "Here it is. I understand it wasn't exactly in plain view, but, those are our terms for use of the computer." So I asked, "So do I still have to pay the $91.30?" "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do about it," she replied. At this point, she was probably my least favorite person on the planet. I said, "Well who can do something?" She said, "You'll have to talk to the manager." I said, "Go get 'em!" Then, she said, "Actually, I am the manager. You'll have to talk to one of the superior owners, and they're not here right now." Trying to swallow a fraction of my rage, I said, "Look! This is stupid and there's no way I'm paying this bogus bill!" Forrest, having heard this whole conversation, busted out laughing at this point. He has a history of laughing at the least appropriate times. I turned around and yelled in his ear, "What the heck are you laughing at?!" He said, "I'm sorry, I can't go on with this anymore. I told her to play along with me, and prank you into thinking..." His words were suddenly stopped by a few brisk blows from my fist to his face. We looked at the sign the lady held up, and it said absolutely nothing even about the computer. WOW, she was good!