During that evening’s mass, two obese people were sitting in front of us. Of course, I’d recognize noone from that time and felt they were plants. So I set all sorts of jumbled thoughts to them about `Hamburger Heaven`, `Porky Peace`, `Thugish Turds` and all sorts of nonsense.
Then the girl started crying immediately prior to the `peace be with you`. She’d wipe away her tears with the left forearm section of her gray-colored long sleeve, sweat jacket; while her husband held her right hand. He was wearing a red jacket with inner yellow trimmings.
A brief story surrounds a mysterious death of her brother-in-law, who left three young children. The oldest is six years old. I felt no sympathy but rather pissed at the fact I was sitting almost directly behind MORE NUTTERS!
While Ben, “Minh” and Indy were talking with my bio-units, the usher reported how nutty the other participants of that place behave. He has to be VERY tough with these old folks of child-like souls, who do not understand the proper rules of conducting mass.
The Vietnamese are especially stupid. The Mexicans are nasty. Both nationality are verbally abusive. I hear no confrontation from our fellow Chinese parishioners. But in their nutty minds, these persons believe they are helping not only the parish but themselves and their salvations into heaven by serving the `Lord`.
I’d laugh. Pourquoi moi, mon Dieu! Meh!
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