Hey, I met you halfway on the garbage thing. I relented and took it out last night even though it was cold outside and I was already in my slippers. And I do truly appreciate your help in making sure it was the trash itself and not a dying rodent hiding in my kitchen. Things smell better in there and I’m quite relieved.
But do you think there might’ve been a better way to express your displeasure? Having a fellow choir member lean over and whisper, “Hey… I read your post yesterday… so… what kind are you wearing today?” when I’m trying to flip to the correct hymn and get into a pious mood is a bit much, don’t you think?