My shift ended at 18:00. I was then able to buy a coffee, gas up the KIA, buy three bags of kettle chips, and get to Mass with time to spare. The Mass was fine, presided over by Father John, and I made the effort to sing along with most of the hymns.
My shift at Canadian Tire was a bummer. It ended with a horrible slump. That is, the last ninety minutes saw me get just two donations. I just wasn’t in the right spot with respect to traffic flow.
The one highlight of the shift was meeting with a fellow who I had seen attend the 1900 Mass. I mentioned this to him by asking if he was going to attend this 1900 Mass. He said he was and we parted by shaking hands. I was expecting to see him at the Mass but he wasn’t there. What was up with that? God punishing me for my presumption?
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