A new woman has been attending church the past several Sundays and she mentioned that she'd be attending tonight's prayer meeting, too. Her name is Grace Codd and there's no other way to say it: her name is fitting. She smells like a dead fish.
I like to sit in the fourth pew on the right, near the end. It gives me a great view of the choir, the pastor as he speaks, and it is acoustically perfect when Brother Madden tickles his organ. Well, Sister Grace has chosen to sit in the third pew on the right, near the end. The way the heating/ac vent is pointed sends her "scent" directly to my face and I swear my skin is wilting.
Fellows, how can I, as a young, well-built, intelligent, certified equine gnathologist tell her that she smells like a grouper with some sort of sea ailment? Should I have one of the lady-folk do this for me? I know people notice it because when she greets them, they suddenly grimace when her smell overtakes what was a normal church smell of hymnals, pretty flowers, and Jesus.
The fifth pew on the right is usually where Sister Irene sits and she paid a lot of money for a new piano and organ for the sanctuary so it is frowned upon if someone tries to sit in "her" spot. I will not sit in the sixth pew because I believe six is the devil's number. Row seven is desirable and always full, so that's not an option. I think the Lord will frown on me if I sit any further back.
What should I do to overcome this problem before the holiday programs begin? I thought about leaving a box of Massengill on the pew, but is that going too far? It is the season of giving, after all. I hope someone can suggest a Godly solution, because I'm tempted to hold her down and wash that thing myself, as a Christian rebuke to defiling the temple (hers and the church).
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I like to sit in the fourth pew on the right, near the end. It gives me a great view of the choir, the pastor as he speaks, and it is acoustically perfect when Brother Madden tickles his organ. Well, Sister Grace has chosen to sit in the third pew on the right, near the end. The way the heating/ac vent is pointed sends her "scent" directly to my face and I swear my skin is wilting.
Fellows, how can I, as a young, well-built, intelligent, certified equine gnathologist tell her that she smells like a grouper with some sort of sea ailment? Should I have one of the lady-folk do this for me? I know people notice it because when she greets them, they suddenly grimace when her smell overtakes what was a normal church smell of hymnals, pretty flowers, and Jesus.
The fifth pew on the right is usually where Sister Irene sits and she paid a lot of money for a new piano and organ for the sanctuary so it is frowned upon if someone tries to sit in "her" spot. I will not sit in the sixth pew because I believe six is the devil's number. Row seven is desirable and always full, so that's not an option. I think the Lord will frown on me if I sit any further back.
What should I do to overcome this problem before the holiday programs begin? I thought about leaving a box of Massengill on the pew, but is that going too far? It is the season of giving, after all. I hope someone can suggest a Godly solution, because I'm tempted to hold her down and wash that thing myself, as a Christian rebuke to defiling the temple (hers and the church).
Thanks for reading and thanks for assisting.


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