July 17, 2005
Not Until Noon.
In New Jersey, many towns, including mine, prohibit liquor stores from opening on Sunday before noon (I presume to discourage drunken prayer), which provides the backdrop against which this slice of life unfolded.
This morning, at approximately 10:30, I was out doing my regular walk. My usual route takes me past a local liquor store. Today I watched a nun pull into the small parking lot next to the liquor store and walk up to the front door of the store only to find the store closed. Only after being unable to get in, did she notice the sign on the door stating that the store was closed until noon. She angrily looked at her watch and then, just as angrily, stomped back to her car.
Now, for all I know she was on an emergency mission to pick up some wine for the 11 and 12 o’clock masses. Then again, maybe she and the other sisters in the convent plan to fire up a movie today and kick back with a few brewskies. No problemo, as far as I'm concerned. It was, however, quite a visual.
It’s true that blogfodder sometimes appears when and where you least expect it.
Bwahahahahaha! Now I know why those nuns I had when I went to Catholic school were always so cranky.
Posted by: marydell at July 17, 2005 04:46 PM.. the Presbyterian minister who hitched the Wife and I got absolutely hammered at our reception... but that was on a Monday...
Posted by: Eric at July 17, 2005 05:18 PMCould be a cross-dresser in his Sunday best...
Posted by: Christina at July 17, 2005 06:23 PMI suspect that your regular walk began as a daily jaunt to the liquor store. No?
Posted by: Dan at July 17, 2005 10:40 PMIs your parish named "Our Lady Of Perpetual Happy Hour" by any chance?
Posted by: zonker at July 18, 2005 07:28 AM.. Christina may be on to something.. he does kinda look like Tom Waits from the side...
Posted by: Eric at July 18, 2005 08:30 AMWas she, perchance, a Blue Nun?
Posted by: Shabe at July 18, 2005 11:11 AMIn my masters degree program at Villanova University a nun used to sit next to me in one of my classes with a full bottle of coke-each time she would drain it by the end of the lecture. The prof sees me looking and takes me aside one day and tells me to smell the bottle. Turns out that it was a full bottle of vodka with just a smidgen of coke coloring as a disguise. The last day of the class she pulls out three bottles from her case and went through all of them. Got so hammered she kept on telling me that she had to pee so much she could put out the burning bush. Will never forget that.
Posted by: bsp at July 18, 2005 03:41 PMGeorgia doesn't allow that shit. ALL liquor stores are closed on Sunday.
But they are busy as hell on Saturday night...
Posted by: Acidman at July 18, 2005 04:46 PMANd you KNOW she took the Lord's name in vain as she was driving off sans brewskies.
Posted by: Riss at July 18, 2005 05:36 PMI hope her crack dealer was up early. :)
Posted by: Larry Morin at July 18, 2005 06:56 PMI'm trying to come up with a great, funny comment, but I'm drawing a blank. So I'm just going to thank you for the post and the comments, which are a riot.
Posted by: Sharon GR at July 24, 2005 01:59 PM