Last Monday, we all arrived at church for the 8:30 Mass… Dressed in our Wednesday best, plus masks, we all greeted a single another and sat at least six or seven apart, then i definitely don’t like wearing masks; my face breaks out, my nose will not stop running, and I just believe uncomfortable and hot, then that’s on a good day, but last Wednesday was not a good day! Even at 8:15, the thermostat was learning 87, which is respected for this space of the world; As more people filed in, kneeling in only every other pew, I became increasingly aware that it was miserably hot in there.
I figured the ushers hadn’t shown up early enough to turn on the a/c well enough in advance, and figured I would be feeling the a/c soon enough.
It was not to be, then soon, people were fanning themselves with whatever they could find in their handbags; Mens coats began coming off. My lightweight over-top that filled up my too-revealing-for-church tank top had to stay on, however I didn’t want it to. I snuck over to the ushers and that’s when I was told that they had come in a whole minute early and set the thermostat to 77 degrees. The priest in his robes looked irritated… He kept glancing at the thermostat on the wall, and a single time he pointed at the thermostat. A kind man walked ever so nonchalantly up to it and just shrugged his shoulders at the pastor. He adjusted the thermostat down lower, but everyone knew it wasn’t going to do anything. It was painfully obvious that the HVAC was in need of repair and there would soon be a special collection.