MEATLOAF?! — part 6 in a series glancing back

“Meatloaf?! I just HATE meatloaf,” a camper two people in line ahead of me at Little Grassy announced to any and all within earshot. She was pointing to the dish being handed the camper in line before her.

“Then you’re just in time,” a smiling kitchen crew member told her as he replaced the now empty meatloaf serving pan with a fresh one packed with turkey slices.

Even louder than before, the camper screamed, “Turkey?! I just HATE turkey! I want MEATLOAF!”

Can’t make this stuff up. But to change the gender reference in a Beatles song, “Isn’t she a bit like you and me?”

And the only answer I have for myself is an embarrassed Yes.

By contrast, I have learned to be content. (Philippians 4:11)

I’m still learning that. How about you?