"A Boring Job"
There was a Men’s Co-op in Bozeman where I had rented a room when Lori had moved to Iowa a few months before we got married. I lived in a basement room, which did not have a covered ceiling, and I could see the floor joists above me.
One night, I was lying awake looking up at the floor joists above me and I slipped into a vision. In the vision, I saw myself with a drill, boring holes in each floor joist. The vision concluded, with me a bit confused as to what that was about.
Years later, after moving back to Bozeman a plumber, and a member of our church called me one day, and asked if I would help him on a plumbing project, he was behind on it and was in serious need of some quick help as he was getting ready to leave on vacation.
He informed me that someone had purchased the old Men’s Co-op and was turning it back into a single-family dwelling. I arrived the next morning and he briefed me on what he wanted me to do. He was running water lines and needed me to bore the holes in the floor joists in order to run the pipe through.
I stood there listening remembering my vision and thinking, I can’t believe this is happening. At the end of his explanation, he asked me if I understood what he was saying. All I could do was reply, “What a boring job”. It took a second for all listening to get my dry humor, but they all laughed when they did. My dry since of humor at its best.