What happens to women once they go on a trip together? Normally, I represent myself as a mature over-40 adult woman who is a leader in ministry. I organized a gathering of women to attend a weekend conference near Detroit. The instant we buckle our seatbelts, we become “girls” again.
At the hotel we stayed, a very nice one I may add, we checked in, received our room keys, and brought our luggage to our rooms. Traveling down one hall with a friend, noticing that another couple of women from our group were maybe 100 feet behind us, something came upon me to want to do something fun. All of the doors down the hall we were walking were set in from the wall…a perfect place to hide and surprise the two unsuspecting ladies behind us. So my girlfriend, who was walking with me, and I ran ahead, trying to be quiet, and hid behind one of the walls set in. We giggled in our crouched positions, shushing each other, and awaiting our “prey”. We heard footsteps, they were getting closer, and we decided to count to three before jumping out to surprise the two women from our group. We counted…one…two…I was so ready and in front…THREE! I jumped out with everything I had and yelled, “Surprise!” The gentleman, whose bellybutton I was staring at, didn’t spill one drop of coffee he was carrying. He calmly said, “They went to look at the fitness room down the hall.” I would have responded, if able. Unfortunately, my girlfriend and I were incapacitated in laughter on the floor. The two women, that we were planning to surprise, came running at the onset of noise from the hall. They found us delirious in laughter and wondered what they got themselves into in coming to this conference.
The gentleman, whom I jumped out at, worked at the hotel. I wondered if this type of thing happens to him all the time? He was so calm…he probably heard us snickering as we were hiding behind the wall and thought, “Oh no, here we go again.” Yes, as we went to dinner in the hotel, there he was, and being the adult over-40 woman I am, respectable I may add, pretended I didn’t notice him, sat in a corner of the dining area, and hoped he forgot about the incident. Do you think he did?
Like I said, I’m normally a mature, respected adult.