I completely forgot to tell you all that last Thursday I was leaving a Catholic church after an appointment with the Parish Manager. We had been chatting about how my company could restore the tile and grout in his chapel and narthex. Let me preface this by saying that I am not Catholic and I'm am not sure about some of the things they do...for example...When we were in the little chapel there was a gilded cage at the front with a chalice (sp?) read: gold cup, sitting in the cage. As we were getting ready to turn around and walk out he did a little curtsey/bow to the cage/cup. I was a little uncomfortable because I had no idea what to do and felt like I might have inadvertantly offended our Lord by not bowing to the cage/cup. I probably made it worse by mumbling something about not being Catholic and we Protestants don't know about such things. So anyway, I had to go out to my car and get my square footage measuring dealie to measure the said chapel and narthex. I went out and came back in..measure the narthex first and the chapel last. I was all alone in the chapel and decided I'd better do a curtsey to the cage/cup just for good measure. So I did and it was fine but I still don't know what the significance is. Catholics feel free to leave a comment explaining this to me. So, here's the kicker...I've just curtsied and I'm walking back outside to my car. All of a sudden it was like I was pushed. It had been raining and the pavement was wet and my foot must have slipped off the edge of the sidewalk because I fell off the sidewalk and into the parking lot, dropping everything and landing on my hands and left knee. Of course I looked around immediately, nobody had seen me. Whew! But my knee hurt like an SOB and luckily my pants weren't ripped. I had asphalt gravel in my hands and I felt ridiculous.
I was just sort of pissed that I had just gone out of my way to curtsey to the cage/cup, and then something bad happened to me!
I'll just stick to my own religious beliefs from now on I guess.