Day 9 - Midday Pickup

In the morning, I realized that I had packed my sneakers in my duffel bag. That meant that I could not wear them to church. I took this as more of an "opportunity" than as a loss. That meant I could wear my sandals. Since I had worn sandals every day last week (whenever I wasn't wearing work boots), they felt more comfortable to me anyway. At least, they seemed more comfortable until somebody asked if I could help serve during Communion. I thought about serving barefoot to keep myself from tripping if a sandal slipped off, but that might've bothered some people, so I kept them on and took extra care not to let them slip off my toes.

Dad and I left church early (in the middle of the Bible class after worship) so that we could go and pick up my missing luggage. The trip was only a few minutes from our church to the church where the second trip had started. Their parking lot was full now, and I walked into the vestibule leading into the building. To my right was my errant duffel bag.

I checked just to be sure, and took the bag with me to the car. When we got back to church, the Bible class was just about over. Since we had missed the middle of it, it was not easy to comprehend the discussion that was going on when we returned. Dad talked to the teacher after the class for a few minutes, but what I overheard didn't really help me understand it all. This was partly because I had gone to bed very late last night.

After the conversation was finished, Dad and I returned home, officially bringing my second trip to an end.