I thought that I would go to Mass today (Saturday) since I have a lot going on tomorrow. I don’t usually attend Saturday service , Robert feels that it’s not really church since it’s not Sunday. But with March Madness happening I figured he wasn’t planning on going tomorrow. I planned to meet Francine there with her family at 5pm.
When I got there, albeit a little late, I saw that people were pulling out of the parking lot, which was curious. At first I thought that maybe there had been something going on in the Parish Center. I park and start walking to the church and notice that people are leaving. So I thought that maybe there had been a baptism before Mass and some of those people were heading out. I walk in and hear the hymns and people are defintely leaving. Carolyn is sitting off to the side selling raffle tickets and she looks at me a little funny. During all this, it never once occured to me that maybe I got the time wrong.
“Why are people leaving?” I ask, like the idiot I am. “Doesn’t Mass start at 5:00?”
“No, 4:00.” says Carolyn. “It starts at 5 on Sundays.”
At this point I mutter a certain four letter word that is shockingly inappropriate in church. I see Fran and she is laughing. She had gotten there before me and had escorted her family to the front row before she realized I had the time wrong. And it was my fault because I’m the idiot that told her five without checking. Last week I went to the 5pm Sunday Mass and just assumed that it was at 5pm on Saturday as well. And you know what they say about the word ‘assume’!
So not only did I not get to the church on time, thanks to me, neither did my friend.
