Forgive me Father!

They had to call in for back- ups. Someone must have told them I was coming. An unknown visiting priest from about an hour away was the one I chose to burden with my moral deficiencies (randomly and from a distance)- anonymity sounded appealing when faced with the thought of the offenses I would be sharing.

While waiting for my turn, my list of transgressions was growing...

I'm sorry for the unkind thoughts of the creepy man directly in front of me. The fumes from his cheap cologne bath were giving me a headache and I had no control.

I'm sorry for being distracted by the woman in the front of the Church that I'm sure I went to grade school with.

I'm sorry for being so superficial and wondering what the woman next to me was thinking by wearing that.

I'm sorry for my impatience while waiting in line- I clearly have a knack for picking the line that takes the longest just like I do in the grocery store.

Finally, my turn... imagine my expression when the priest looks like this...



...I'm sorry for the impure and completely inappropriate thoughts, but this guy had Thornbirds written all over him!