Disruptive children in church
“Oh, wow, if I’d done that at church, my granny would have turned me into a little red grease spot on the church steps.” At the very least, she would have applied her version of the Vulcan Nerve Pinch on my shoulder, never looking at me, but making it painfully clear I’d better straighten up and fly right. It’s amazing how those old memories can bring an almost instantaneous rush to judgment.