Happy Easter!!! Everyone.
We always go to the sunrise service on Easter, though its always more sun-has-already-risen service. Its a really nice service, the whole congregation is seated outside in the church lawn, with the birds chirping and the usual morning sounds, its quite nice. And just like every year, the priest gave a good message, the Apostle's Creed was read, perfectly fine. So somethings obviously going to happen and you know it. The Head Pastor passes the peace of the Lord (For those who don't know about the Peace, its basically sharing of the peace of the Lord, somewhat like a ritual/tradition, I'm really not the best person to be explaining stuff like this. The ministers of the church come down the aisle and pass the peace to every row, and the person sitting at the end of the row passes the peace to all other people sitting in the respective row and all the members greet each other in the process. Simple).
I'm sitting somewhere in the middle of my row. And there's a man sitting to my left and my to my right. I gonna have to give this guy a name, hmm... he's around 5'3'', dark with a puggy face and wearing a blue something, can't remember if it was a coat or a jacket or just a shirt. So its either Mr. Shorty(normal guy standards), Mr. Pug or Mr. Blue Something. I'd normally go for Mr. Pug, but I'll be nice.
So, Mr. Blue Something it is. So back to the main story line, the minister passes the peace to the man to at the end row, who just stands there. If I start on him I'll probably never get to the point. (But at this point, I'm not sure if there is a point at all.*sigh*). But anyway, I hold my hand out to accept the peace from Mr. Blue Something and he turns to face me and he just pushes me away to pass the Peace to my mum! Does he know how rude that is!!! The nerve of that guy!!! At this point my jaw is nearly touching the ground and I'm fuming. Hmphh.
And who thought I was giving in that easily. I'm almost the same height as him too!! Seriously the nerve. When the offering pouch came, It came through (revenge is sweet:) ) my side. He he. I leaned over and gave it the the guy beyond Mr. Blue Something. Ha! That gesture just made the most satisfied person on the planet. Still, Mr. Blue Something grabbed it from my hand before the other guy could take it. Impudent Booger Buddy. So when he cam back from the Communion, I glared at him all the way through. And if looks could kill, he'd be dead ten times over.
So maybe I over-reacted a little bit. But right now, Mr. Blue Something tops my Booger Buddy list. I don't know why, ;) but I just feel so smug after writing this.
Happy Easter again.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
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5 comments:
two thumbs up to the booger buddy dictionary
n u kno wht tht damn blue freak does it nt even care if u passed him the stupid basket or nt ...................i think he is the one with a "life" ............but i am all for killing a guy with looks ......total
i have started sayin tht ever since i watched nemo
i love ......love.......love the turtle
i know thats the saddest part, it dint affect him.... ..should have called him Mr. Puggy
'booger buddy'!!!
ill remember that word for sure!
Mr. Pug, probably had no idea of what would've been going on in your mind seli..
most probably, he didn't even give a second thought to the looks you gave him ;)
so lol, get over it! c'mon!
though, he did bug you, didn't he?
upgrade your blogger profile darling..
do it babe!
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