My children and I sit on the second or third row in our church worship services.
On Sunday, a new family attended our meetings, and sat on the row in front of us. The family consisted of a couple that looked to be in their 50's and two mousy teenaged girls.
During one of the talks, one of my teenagers leaned over to ask a question about something the speaker had said. (Of course my angelic children listen attentively to all the talks in church. Don't yours?) I gave a whispered response, followed by another question. This went back and forth a few times. I didn't think we were being unduly loud or disruptive, but apparently I was wrong.
Suddenly the woman turned around, hooking her elbow over the back of her pew, and looked directly at me over her bifocals.
"What's your name?"
I sat back, flustered. Suddenly I was transformed into a little kid caught passing notes in class by the scary substitute teacher.
"Uh. Lisa?" Who the h-e-double-hockey-sticks do you think you are?
"Well, Lisa, I have a hearing problem and I am finding it hard to concentrate on the meeting with your conversation going on behind me."
You've got a problem, alright, but hearing ain't it. "Uh. I apologize."
And I died of humiliation right there. But not before I picked a stray hair from the shoulder of her wool suit jacket.
Anybody know a good voodoo artist?