Fucking local Baptist church.
I work third shift and I get home in the mornings at about 7:00am. I know that the outside world does not know this and I do not fault them but this fact is important to the story. This morning at about 9:00am, my husband and I were peacefully sleeping in our nice, quiet home. (We live in a rural subdivision.)
It was a Saturday morning and everything was nice and peaceful–no garbage trucks, no school busses, no meter readers–just lovely, rural quiet. In fact, the noisiest thing all day was a pair of starlings in the tree outside our house.
Suddenly, we are rudely awakened by the sound of rather large trucks driving up our street. We grumble and try to drift back off to sleep when we are interrupted by the sound of a fire engine siren. We immediately jump up and run to the window. All the houses in our neighborhood are fairly close together and we know several of our neighbors pretty well. We are worried about whose house is on fire and if we should go help or something.
We look out the window and see a ladder truck driving up the road in front of our house–siren blaring. We watch to see where it is going (hubby’s elderly aunt lives at the top of our street) with knots of worry in our stomachs, half-awake, stunned that the silence was shattered suddenly by the sounds of what can only be impending disaster for one or more of our neighbors/friends.
As we look out the window, we see what has caused the fire engine to roar down our street, waking people up on Saturday morning at 9:00 am.
Is it a fire?
NO!
Is it a car accident?
NO!
Is it a fucking cat stuck in a tree?
NO!
The screaming fire engine is leading a small parade of sorts (vans, cars, trucks pulling wagons–all filled with people) up our street. As we watch, people (adults and kids) run from the vehicles in this convoy up to houses and mail boxes to hand out flyers.
Suddenly, there is a knock on the door. I am thinking, “If these people have something this important that they would wake up an entire neighborhood full of sleeping people to share it with, it must be some pretty big fucking news.” I assume that they have gotten irrefutable proof that the rapture is occurring later today and they must warn us. Either that or the Aerojet plant a few miles from our house is getting ready to explode and they are trying to tell us to evacuate.
I open the door and this toothless guy is standing on my porch with a flyer and he cheerfully explains that his church is having a car show and spaghetti supper tonight and that Bible school starts next week and they just wanted to let us know!
What the fuck?
First of all, the fact is that the fire engine that they were using is paid for by my tax dollars and I don’t appreciate that any little organization or group can just decide to use it whenever they see fit to get people’s attention!
Second, why in the hell did these people feel it necessary to wake up an entire community full of people on the weekend just to tell them about a stupid car show? Why couldn’t they just send out flyers?
Another thing, these people were opening mailboxes and putting flyers in there? Isn’t this illegal?
I was half asleep when the toothless guy was giving me his little speech so I couldn’t really think of anything to say so I just slammed the door in his face after ripping the stack of flyers out of his hand. However, I am going to call this church and ask them what the hell they could have possibly been thinking? Not that I was ever going to go to this church in the first place, but now I am actually on an active mission to make sure horrible things happen to them!