There’s a church near our house that has loudspeakers outside, and on Sunday mornings pipes out their music for the neighborhood to hear. I really wish they wouldn’t, as they have one singer in their choir who is just gratingly out of tune, to the point where I try to shut our windows in nice weather to block it out. Seriously, if I were a member there I’d probably go to a different service or different church entirely.
I didn’t hear her today. However, I did hear singing. At six fucking thirty in the fucking morning. Now I know why they call that branch of Lutherans the “Misery (Missouri) Synod.”