On Monday I wrote about fans. That post was inspired by a recent trip to church.
I didn’t realize it until I was already in the doors, but the church’s air conditioning was broken. In Arizona in the middle of the summer, being somewhere with a broken air conditioner is like being at a Pitbull concert. You are very sweaty, confused and after 5 seconds you not sure what you are still doing there.
Knowing that I wasn’t going to be able to leave and hit the next the closest church in time, I decided to stick it out and endure the heat. Luckily, they had huge fans set up all around the pews.
Being the smart guy that I am, I parked myself in the last row, directly in front of a fan. Mass started and my seat was cool and refreshing. Only one problem…I couldn’t hear a thing.
The service could have been in a different language for all I know, because I could only hear the whooshing of the fan. I tried to read lips, but I couldn’t tell if the priest said “Gospel according to John” or “Go sell your Pokemon.”
I thought about getting up and moving to the front of the church, but I could see people up there using their song sheets as fans. One guy was visibly sweating through his Sunday best.
I hate to say it, but I decided to stay where I was. I remained at my seat and spent the rest of the mass comfortable, but clueless.
As I have mentioned before, I am not great when it comes to getting out of my proverbial comfort zone. This church experience was a good lesson that I am not great at getting out of an actual comfort zone either.