Chauffeur

Her chauffeur sat in the back row during the Sunday service. She sat alone, knew the hymns by heart, and had been a beloved Sunday School teacher. One day at coffee hour she said: “I simply do not understand people who don’t pay their bills on time. I always pay my bills on time. I sit down, write a check, and put it in the mail.” What could one say? She died not too long after that and left the church well endowed. As for me, I am sorry that I never took a few minutes to greet her chauffeur.