A few good women and I have made a habit recently of attending church each Sunday, and then going out for brunch afterwards. It's been a really nice mix of people, beliefs, personalities, and lively discussion.
Last Sunday, I was there with two of my good friends... one is an atheist, and the other is just cuckoo. We were sitting in our usual area of the church, and there was a woman who we had not met before on the end of our aisle who was about our age, tall, attractive, and friendly.
Our cuckoo friend was chatting in the lobby during the opening of the service, and entered the sanctuary during "greeting time"... you know the part: where everyone uncomfortably shakes hands and introduces themselves, except in this particular church there is a lot of hugging and laughing, too.
My friend and I introduced ourselves to the woman next to us, and the next thing we knew our other friend came straight up the aisle and full-on slapped the woman on the ass. We were all laughing so hard tears were running as Miss Cuckoo attempted to calm down enough to apologize to our new friend and explain that it was a case of mistaken identity. The poor woman then leaned forward and smiled at all of us, and said "I think I like coming to THIS church."
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Yea, that's Unity! You've gotta love a church where in a "sermon" I once heard, "Chololate, Sex? We love them!"
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