Which was a pretty healthy drive, but (1) I had an hour to get there and (2) I didn't have anything more important to do and (3) I had Volume III of The Miniature Edition of the Complete Plays of Shakespeare in my pocket. So what the heck.
I got to St. Thomas More about a half hour early, so I found a good parking space and sat in my car and starting reading a little Merchant of Venice. I saw a car pull into the lot behind me and a moment later my peripheral vision told me to look up, and there standing outside my window was a middle-aged Vietnamese woman wearing a coat and fuzzy pajama pants. I opened my door and she said (rather aggressively), "What time you open church?" I responded, "They open at 10:30." She didn't look pleased. "What time now?" she asked. I looked at my car's clock. "It's just a little after 10:00," I said. She grimaced. "Too long. I go home," she said, and then she trotted back to her car, jumped in, and pulled off.
"I wonder why she thought I had anything to do with opening the church?" I thought. Then I looked into my rearview mirror.
Heh heh. Well, you know, I always wanted to....
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