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Easter Sunday
The ficlet: Eastertide.
Services today mostly just reminded me how socially awkward I am. Through a series of miscommunications I ended up ushering the left side of the congregation instead of the right, and I spent the entire time I was supposed to be helping old women down the steps dreading the inevitable moment when I would have make eye contact with a certain college sophomore. I didn't even try to speak when she said hi; I learned from the last time when I only managed to sort of squeak out her name.
Alleluia.
Services today mostly just reminded me how socially awkward I am. Through a series of miscommunications I ended up ushering the left side of the congregation instead of the right, and I spent the entire time I was supposed to be helping old women down the steps dreading the inevitable moment when I would have make eye contact with a certain college sophomore. I didn't even try to speak when she said hi; I learned from the last time when I only managed to sort of squeak out her name.
Alleluia.