The wife and I love to walk the beach in summer. We noticed a g=
al who was at the beach every day, and often walked up to folks sunbathing =
or just relaxing on the beach.
She wasn’t unusual, and most of the folks sh=
e approached would listen, then shake their heads “No” and she&=
#8217;d leave. To some, however, there would be a quick exchange of m=
oney for a small package she carried in her bag.
We assumed she was selling drugs=
and debated calling the cops but decided just to watch her more closely. W=
e noticed her trend was to see her go only to people listening with portabl=
e radios or other electronic devices.
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nbsp;
So, the next day I took a towel and an old =
boom box and sat down for a personal undercover “sting” operati=
on.
Th=
e plan went off without a hitch, and after she’d left me, my wife met=
me and asked, “Was she selling drugs?”
“No,” I responded=
=2E “I found out her name is Sally and she’s only selling batte=
ries.”
“Batteries?” cried my wife.
“Yes,” I replied. R=
20;She sells C cells by the seashore.”
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Dr Bob Griffin
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