Attending a mass in a mall has its pluses and minuses. Plus because after a morning mass, you can have a quick brunch before heading to the supermart, running an errand, doing more shopping, catching an afternoon movie or heading to a game of bowling.
Another plus is if you bump into relatives you've haven't seen in a while, and are really glad to see.
But a minus if you run into certain individuals who'd ambush you and subject you to a stilted conversation.
Long gone are the days when you attend a Sunday mass in your parish; today, more and more people don their Sunday shopping dress and hear mass in a mall.
When attending mass in the mega church, I've often worn dark glasses. You see, the regular mass we attend is being televised, and the glare from the huge lights and the intrusiveness of cameras panning the pews are difficult to bear.
I'm also into wearing a baseball cap, a habit from my Toronto days, and so, if you see me, you'd think I'm a fugitive hiding from the law.
So the times I've let go of the cap or the dark glasses, people who know me, see me.
I don't mind talking to people, but certain individuals should recognize when a chit chat is not comfortable and should not be pressed on in the first place.
There's no surer way to wreck a present than a past life.
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