Not Until Noon.
In New Jersey, many towns, including mine, prohibit liquor stores from opening on Sunday before noon (I presume to discourage drunken prayer), which provides the backdrop against which this slice of life unfolded.
This morning, at approximately 10:30, I was out doing my regular walk. My usual route takes me past a local liquor store. Today I watched a nun pull into the small parking lot next to the liquor store and walk up to the front door of the store only to find the store closed. Only after being unable to get in, did she notice the sign on the door stating that the store was closed until noon. She angrily looked at her watch and then, just as angrily, stomped back to her car.
Now, for all I know she was on an emergency mission to pick up some wine for the 11 and 12 o’clock masses. Then again, maybe she and the other sisters in the convent plan to fire up a movie today and kick back with a few brewskies. No problemo, as far as I’m concerned. It was, however, quite a visual.
It’s true that blogfodder sometimes appears when and where you least expect it.