Nothing makes a regular churchgoer feel more sympathy for
the brother of the Prodigal Son than hearing,
“On Easter (or Christmas), please park in the lot across the
street so that visitors can have the close parking spaces.”
(Brought to you by the
people who come to church regularly, make their contributions, and volunteer in
order to help keep the church running; who are then asked to park far away—often while wearing high heels— while the twice-a-year
churchgoers swan in and take the close spots.)
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