today in baclaran

i go to church to pray. when i don't feel like praying and i happen to be in church, i meditate or keep quiet or not make any noise.

today, i felt like going to church. i was minutes late and had no chance to be seated. the pews were filled to the brim. i bet even those who came in at the time the priest walked towards the altar weren't even able to get seats.

so there i was, cramped between a public servant and one guy who didn't get the memo that mullet is out. okay fine. i would've stopped with the criticism if only this did not happen:

Catholics would know the parts of the mass. for the benefit of those who have no idea what i am talking about, i would like you to be informed of that when the churchgoers fall in line for the communion. background music is played to allow churgoers to meditate or receive the host prayerfully. it is supposed to be a solemn moment, heck, the entire mass is supposed to be solemn.

but no, this guy in the mullet, thinking that just because no one is speaking means that the lull is a gap in the mass, pulls out his phone and starts talking on the phone. he wanted to appear somebody important by talking louder and making the entire conversation audible. darn it! at that moment, i wasn't able to hear myself think. i told myself to let this slide and give the guy a break. besides, i was there to add good karma points to my record. i thought the call was urgent and that it wouldn't take long, as mullet man should have known that what he was doing was inappropriate. this went on for a few more minutes.

i couldn't take it, so i poked him with my umbrella and said loudly (with the obvious intention of humiliating him), "excuse me, you are in a church, not in a phonebooth. respect us who are praying!"

he said his goodbye and told the person he was talking to that the mass was to proceed. he kinda omitted the part that he was bugging those around him.

ay yay yay! mullet men!