This morning I was standing in line at Starbucks with my Bible in my hand. The guy in front of me, a black man (which will be relevant in a moment), saw what I was holding and the conversation went something like this:
Guy in Line: "Looks like you have a good book there."
GiL, after a brief pause to order his drink: "You know, a friend of mine inspired that book. A good friend. We go way back."
Me: "Yeah..." with a little laugh.
Which yields three thoughts:
(1) If I would've said something like that to someone in line, I would've sounded totally lame. That's why it was relevant that the GiL was black. For some reason black people can just say stuff like that and it is totally cool.
(2) How come I can never think of something better to say in response in those situations? I'll be honest: I had even just rearranged the books in my hand (I also had my journal and Hudson Taylor's Spiritual Secret) so that when I got to the barista, there was a chance some conversation could go from there. You never know, right? But then the conversation with this guy happens, and all I can come up with is a lame laugh and a "yeah". Not that it would've made a big difference in this particular situation, but still, how come I can't be super clever when I want to be?
(3) Later on, when I had the inevitable, "This is what I should've said" moment, what I thought of was, "Hey, I go way back with him too. He knew me before I was in my mother's womb even."
So I guess that makes it a "This is what I'm glad I didn't say" moment.