Sunday service

Last Thursday, the two of us all arrived at church for the 8:30 Mass, and dressed in my Saturday best, plus masks, the two of us all greeted a single another and sat at least more than fivefeet apart; I easily do not like wearing masks; my whole face breaks out, our nose runs, and I just guess uncomfortable and hot, and that’s on a nice day, but last Saturday was not a nice day… Even at 8:15, the temperature control was reading 87, which is usual for this area of the planet. As more and more people filed in, resting in only every other pew, I became increasingly aware that it was miserably hot in there. I figured the ushers hadn’t arrived 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, but soon, people were fanning themselves with literally anything that they could find in their handbags, but mens coats began coming off. My lightweight over-top that covered up our too-revealing-for-church tank top had to stay on, but I didn’t want it to. I snuck over to the ushers and that’s when I l earned that they had come in a whole minute early and set the temperature control to 69 degrees. The priest in his robes looked a bit annoyed, however he kept glancing at the temperature control on the wall, and a single time he pointed at the temperature control. An usher walked ever so nonchalantly up to it and just shrugged his shoulders at the pastor. He adjusted the temperature control down lower, but all the people knew it wasn’t going to do anything. It was painfully obvious that the Heating, Ventilation, and A/C was in need of repair and there would soon be a rare collection.

 

Heating device

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