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Posted by KK on 7/10/2022, 8:43 am
Well good Sunday morning to all. We had another gully washer last night complete with lightning and thunder but this morning it's all quiet and and kind of soggy. I performed a necessary overdue chore today on my purse. I have a small pocket in front of it that I use to carry my individually wrapped church mints (I prefer wintergreen flavor). Well, I've been filling that pocket with the wrappers that go around each individual mint for quite a few Sundays so when I went to get a mint last week in church it seemed like all you could hear was rattle, rattle, rattle of those mint wrappers. Even Stan, who is very hard of hearing even with his hearing aids gave me "the look." So this morning I emptied them all so now I can pull out a mint much more quietly and not disturb the people around us. I eat those mints as a public service so that my breath doesn't knock anybody out and they kinda help me stay awake on those mornings when the coffee is slow to kick in. Don't tell me that you don't do the same thing. Usually the time you see people digging for them is when the offering plate is being passed and the people up front are singing a special but I've also been known to reach for one when the preacher says, "And as my final point..." because you want your breath to be decent when you're saying goodbye to everybody out in the church lobby. Well, confessions of an old and sometimes noisy church lady. I don't have much else to talk about this morning. At least I'm not one of those who has to carry a water bottle in her purse. We have some of them. Of course the ones that really irk me are the kids who have to get up to go to the bathroom. Come on now. When you're a kid, unless you have diabetes or some other medical condition, you oughta be able to get through an hour's service without a bathroom run and the parents know this and should make them just sit still. Sometimes it's teens, one male and one female, and if it isn't obvious that they are both getting up around the same time then I don't know what is. It's the same ones every Sunday, not that I'm being judgmental. Okay, so I'm being a little judgmental but it is annoying, mostly that the parents tolerate it. So I've said my peace and I know I have a log in my own eye and have no right to point out the toothpick in my neighbor's or something like that but at least I got it out of my system so I can just smile politely at the little br--, darlings as they interrupt the service again this morning. Yawl have a blessed day now, hear.