Oh no, Tainan Cowboy. That’s not the rest of the story. At mass, the tall one tried to wrestle me to my seat when I got up to get in the communion line. She attempted to body slam me, but I put her in a headlock until she agreed to let me proceed.
Finally, I made my way to the front and got my wafer but…what the…? No communion wine!?! At least at the Protestant church we get grape juice to go with our cracker.
To be fair though, they did have a nice coffee break after the service and they also handed out free Easter eggs. So in my final analysis I’d say that Catholics may be stingy with their wine, but I guess they’re a’ight.