In Memoriam G.M.V.E. 1925 - 2004
Last summer I went to church with Rob and his mother. They went to an Episcopal church, and I had never been to one before. The events in the service were in a different order than what I was used to. The sermon was in the middle instead of at the end.
At one point, after the sermon, when everyone was standing up for something, I took the opportunity to slip out and go outside and smoke. When I came back in I had to lurk in the hallway behind the sanctuary for a while to wait on another time when everyone was standing to rejoin my party.
Coincidentally, while I was gone, the collection plate was passed.
Rob told me later that his mother had leaned over to him, and whispered, smiling, "He really picked a good time to leave."