I hate going to church. I hate this recognition churches automatically receive for somehow being morally better than everyone else. "Don't worry, they're church folk! They'll treat us right!" Drives me up a wall.
It was once again proven to me today that people who go to church can be just as petty and awful as anyone else on Earth. Today is my grandmother's 91st birthday. My mother wanted to celebrate at the church, so she purchased flowers for the sanctuary. Apparently this is first-come-first-serve, so she called and arranged it three weeks ago.
Today, she went in for the morning church service and saw that her flowers were in the foyer, while someone else's flowers were in the sanctuary. When asked why the hell her flowers had been tossed aside, the person in charge didn't really have an answer. Basically, she said that she had tried to contact my mother the Monday before to see if it was okay to put her flowers in the foyer rather than the sanctuary.
I guess the fact that she never got a hold of my mother with the whopping SINGLE CALL she made, she figured no answer was as good as any and went ahead with it anyway. Turns out the flowers in the sanctuary were in honor of the 25th birthday of the PASTOR'S DAUGHTER IN-LAW (big shocker). So, my grandmother, who is 91 and might not have another birthday, got brushed aside so the 25 year old daughter-in-law could get her flowers showcased in the sanctuary.
Dick move, Church. Dick move.
It was once again proven to me today that people who go to church can be just as petty and awful as anyone else on Earth. Today is my grandmother's 91st birthday. My mother wanted to celebrate at the church, so she purchased flowers for the sanctuary. Apparently this is first-come-first-serve, so she called and arranged it three weeks ago.
Today, she went in for the morning church service and saw that her flowers were in the foyer, while someone else's flowers were in the sanctuary. When asked why the hell her flowers had been tossed aside, the person in charge didn't really have an answer. Basically, she said that she had tried to contact my mother the Monday before to see if it was okay to put her flowers in the foyer rather than the sanctuary.
I guess the fact that she never got a hold of my mother with the whopping SINGLE CALL she made, she figured no answer was as good as any and went ahead with it anyway. Turns out the flowers in the sanctuary were in honor of the 25th birthday of the PASTOR'S DAUGHTER IN-LAW (big shocker). So, my grandmother, who is 91 and might not have another birthday, got brushed aside so the 25 year old daughter-in-law could get her flowers showcased in the sanctuary.
Dick move, Church. Dick move.
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