Picture this: It's Good Friday, I'm in church (I sing in the choir). The mood is reflective and a bit sombre. We perform. We sit down. There is a sermon. There are hymns. We perform again. The mood remains quiet and reflective. Up in the choir loft, we're kinda on display, so we tend to prepare for the next hymn, or the next performance as quickly and quietly as possible. I'm gathering up my music, getting ready to leave, at the end of the service. I reach down to retrieve my purse, from under my pew...it's stuck. So I tug a little harder.
It. Tugs. Back.
I look beside me, right into the eyes of Anna, who's grinning like the Cheshire Cat. And pulling her foot away from me.
After turning fifteen shades of red, I apologize and reach under the pew on the other side of me.
Yup. There's my purse.
Ya just can't take me anywhere.
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