bathroom line

Sorry ladies

The bathroom line at church on any given Sunday is exactly like the drive-thru line at Chick-fil-A.

Chick-fil-A can be wrapped around the building, around the block, and halfway across the county, but you know you’re still gonna be outta there in less than five minutes with as many chicken sandwiches as you could ever want.

That is the men’s room line. We are efficient. We are strictly business.

Meanwhile, the ladies' room line is like that other place. You know the one I mean. You pull up and the drive-thru is completely empty, yet somehow it still takes fifteen minutes to get a burger, fry, and sweet tea.

And God forbid there’s actually a line—you’d be better off starting your own farm and raising the cow yourself. It would be faster.

Oh but the amount of time I’ve spent sitting on the little half couch in the church lobby waiting on Serenity to make it through the drive thru … lol