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.
Comment by marydell — July 17, 2005 @ 4:46 pm
.. the Presbyterian minister who hitched the Wife and I got absolutely hammered at our reception… but that was on a Monday…
Comment by Eric — July 17, 2005 @ 5:18 pm
Could be a cross-dresser in his Sunday best…
Comment by Christina — July 17, 2005 @ 6:23 pm
I suspect that your regular walk began as a daily jaunt to the liquor store. No?
Comment by Dan — July 17, 2005 @ 10:40 pm
Is your parish named “Our Lady Of Perpetual Happy Hour” by any chance?
Comment by zonker — July 18, 2005 @ 7:28 am
.. Christina may be on to something.. he does kinda look like Tom Waits from the side…
Comment by Eric — July 18, 2005 @ 8:30 am
Was she, perchance, a Blue Nun?
Comment by Shabe — July 18, 2005 @ 11:11 am
In 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.
Comment by bsp — July 18, 2005 @ 3:41 pm
Georgia doesn’t allow that shit. ALL liquor stores are closed on Sunday.
But they are busy as hell on Saturday night…
Comment by Acidman — July 18, 2005 @ 4:46 pm
ANd you KNOW she took the Lord’s name in vain as she was driving off sans brewskies.
Comment by Riss — July 18, 2005 @ 5:36 pm
I hope her crack dealer was up early. 🙂
Comment by Larry Morin — July 18, 2005 @ 6:56 pm
Fitting
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I’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.
Comment by Sharon GR — July 24, 2005 @ 1:59 pm