Get it?! I know the title’s lame, and this has nothing to do with the drink, but the idea’s been in my head for a whole day now and it’s not going away. So bear with the cheesy wordplay, okay? Okay.
Last night I went to see Brian Regan with my girlfriend. I had gotten the tickets late and there weren’t any seats together. The best I could do was one seat directly behind the other. It was thirty-five bucks each, a great deal, so I figured it would be okay that we didn’t sit together. Turns out the lady wasn’t as thrilled about separate seats.
So I told her I’d try and get someone to switch with me. On the way to Brian Regan, I prayed and asked God to let me sit together with her (and I brought along a bribe). Long story short, it didn’t work out. We were surrounded by lovely couples who didn’t want to switch. Prayer not answered.
Why was it that God didn’t answer that prayer? I mean, yeah, it wasn’t very important. But I’ve never seen a rulebook anywhere that says what you can pray for and what you can’t. It couldn’t have been that difficult—a 24-hour flu bug here, a flat tire there. Why is it that God didn’t want to answer my prayer? Did I fall victim to God’s caprice?
