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Written by Ross Cavins
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Thursday, 26 June 2008 |
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  There are limits to everything. Speed. My ex-wife's patience. The number of marshmallows I can stuff in my mouth at the same time.
There are even limits to non-corporeal ideas. Such as blessings.
How many times does something have to be blessed before you're good to go?
The situation:
 The fourth time, he's on his own.
I said, "Bless you."
He sneezed again.
I said, "Bless you." Again.
He sneezed yet another time.
I looked at him and said, "Bless you. And by the way, this covers any subsequent sneezes you may have in this sneezing session."
You see, three is my blessing limit. If he'd sneezed a fourth time and I said, "Bless you" a fourth time, it would have been overkill. It would have been so repetitive that it would have lost its meaning. And to not look like an uncaring ass, I put him on guard ... he'd get no more bless-you's from me The last one was a Bless-You-Infinite.
Because I don't say Bless-You four times in a row to the same person.
Pass it on, there is officially now a Blessing Limit. Observe it and continue about your day. |
Ross Cavins
