Get Low

 I am not really one to call other people hypocrites. One, it is not really a good way to make or keep friends ands amd two, it usually involves assumptions about other people's life and intentions that just don't have the knowledge base to make. I have no problem calling out my friends to do better, but hypocrite is a strong word and I don't use it lightly.

I will, however, laugh hysterically at people whose behavior doesn't match the package. It may or may not be hypocritical, but it is ironic and irony is funny.

Husband and I went to a preseason basketball game with Father and Mallow. We were having a good time and for most of the first quarter the seats in front of us were empty. When the people finally did show up, they provided us with endless entertainment that most certainly rivaled the lackluster play of the game. The focus of this post, however, will be the woman henceforth referred to as Church Lady.

My acknowledgement of Church Lady was slow because upon entrance she was easily overshadowed  by the boisterous antics of her friend Pack-a-Day, who based on the number of shout outs she gave to passing security officers, I can only hope she used to work there. My other option of optimism is that the old smokers section was next to the security office. I did notice that Church Lady was more excited about the music they were playing tan the game itself, but again there is nothing spectacular about shoulder shaking to the hype music they play at a game. Somewhere around halftime they switched seats and Church Lady sat in front of me. That is when things got comical.

This was a Sunday game, so it is no surprise that some people probably came from church. At least they went. Husband and I did not. After realizing that we were not going to be able to pull it together for early service, we passed and went telechurch. In my defense, I have cramps and we have to kids. God knows; don't judge me. (wink, wink) That is why I try to keep my "bad" Christian comments to a minimum these days. I stick with humorous, which brings us back to her. It was clear after she got closer, that she had been to church that morning. Here is a short list of clues.

She still had one of those big church lady broach style clips in her hair. You know the ones that are are gold, rectangular, and mimic some type of embroidery.
She was wearing church jewelry. The three drop pearl earrings are not typical game wear.
She was wearing soft structure high collar jacket with an across the chest purse.
She basically looked like she went into the bathroom after her usher board meeting and changed from her skirt to pants and came to the game. That explains why she was late. None of this would have been interesting to me if it had not been for one thing. Right before I noticed her attire, she stood in front of me and let it all hang out to the song Get Low. WHAT!?!

What in the world is going on? I know they don't play that at altar call. Unless they are trying to remind the people who went out the night before tat they need to get it together before the Rapture. Yet, here she was acting as a living example of some kind of Christian mullet- choir member on top and stripper on the bottom. It was quite a contrast and I have to admit that I laughed well. So, I have to say thank you. My team lost and my soda was over priced, but I did get a good laugh.

Thanks, ladies!