So I am on the train, limping, finding a seat next to this nigerian lady, sitting down hurts, so I grimmace
She's like: "are you alright?"
I'm like: "Yeah, no worries, just my knee, on the way to hospital"
Quiet.
Train pulls in, people leave.
She's like: "what's your name?"
me: "Pascal"
She goes: "Pascal, do you want me to touch the leg so jesus can heal it?"
I'm struggling not to laugh
"I doubt it, but go on then"
"Jesus, lord in heaven, heal his leg right now"
... goes on for like 2 minutes
Finally we get off the train.
I am still limping.
She's walking besides me, pointing at my leg like Luke Starwalker "Heal him, Lord, Almighty!"
I ask her where she works.
"Guys and Str Thomas"
I am thinking to myself "Not as a doctor for sure!!!!"
she's like "In HR..."
phewwwwww
You must have some powers of your own, knowing she was from Nigeria before you even spoke.
Maybe if Jesus couldn't heal you then God can, go straight to the top man, I say. Boss's sons are notoriously lazy and workshy twats
You must have some powers of your own, knowing she was from Nigeria before you even spoke.
Maybe if Jesus couldn't heal you then God can, go straight to the top man, I say. Boss's sons are notoriously lazy and workshy twats