Mark Driscoll has a bit n which he talks about his fantasy of driving a bread delivery truck instead of being a preacher in the least churched city in America. Driscoll, no matter what you think of him personally, has a pretty dang stressful job I imagine. When it gets to be too much he thinks about what it would be like if his job was just delivering bread. All he’d have to do is get the warn nice smelling bread from point A to point B while listening to the radio. No worries, right?
Billy has a bread truck fantasy too. Except his involves driving a lumber delivery truck – his first job was working on a lumber yard. There would be no angry calls from customers during field trips, no city councils meetings at night, and no worries. Just pick the lumber up, drive it across town, drop the lumber off, rinse and repeat.
“I can drive big things.”
Of course it wouldn’t all work out that way but it’s a fantasy, right?
My bread truck/lumber truck fantasy involves being a business woman. I could wear a suit! I’d have to race across airports to make it to important client meetings! I’d understand what terms like per diem meant. I’d have to fly all over the country. San Antonio always pops into my mind. After my stressful meetings I’d manage to grab a quick dinner on The River Walk before collapsing at the hotel. My hair would always look perfect and for some reason I’m always twenty pounds lighter in this fantasy. It’s all very glamorous sounding, right? Well, it’s all very glamorous to me when the toddler is all up in my business and the other minions aren’t acting like, well, minions.
Now I’ve never been to San Antonio and the whole traveling exec thing probably isn’t all it’s cracked up to be but it’s a nice thought sometimes.
Oh, who am I kidding? I was at the airport by myself this weekend and there was nary a suit in sight, at least, not worn by me. Man…at the airport without kids and I missed my big opportunity to wear a suit.
So maybe San Antonio isn’t such a good idea after all.
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