Last night, we had what we call ‘family night’ at our church. Basically, we bring finger foods to the church and eat there before moving to the main service. For some reason, more people tend to show up when there’s food.
Anyways, after the service was over, and everyone was leaving, I drove my car from the back of the church up to the front door, so my mom and my grandparents could get in. They were still in the back of the church, so I turned the car off and left it at the front door. It’s the spot where there’s an overhang over the road, where cars can drive up, let off their passengers, then drive off to park.
Outside the front door, there’s a male teenager with his girlfriend, and he asks me to blow my horn–before putting his hands over his ears. He sometimes assists me in the sound booth, so he knows about the horn, but I doubt his girlfriend did. At first, I said no, but he kept asking me, so I took out my key fob, opened the front door, and hit the lock button twice. I kept walking inside, so I didn’t see the girl’s reaction, but I did see the reaction of everyone inside the foyer. Our pastor’s wife jumped, and everyone else looked in my general direction, so I just kept walking like nothing had happened.
Everyone heard it, even those in the back of the church…my grandparents told me they heard it, and everyone else was asking what it was. A few minutes later, someone else asks me to blow it again “for the kids”, but I told her no, “perhaps next time”. After we had locked up the church and everyone was outside, me, my mom, and my grandparents are in my car, driving through the church’s parkinglot to leave, and we see some kids running across the parkinglot to their parents’ cars, so my grandma tells me to blow the horn. I sigh, tell her to let us get a bit farther away from them, because there are a lot of people in the parkinglot, and I didn’t want to be too close. So, I drove to the other end of the parkinglot–my grandma telling me to “blow it…blow it, blow it”-- where it lets out onto the highway.
It didn’t matter, because everyone jumped anyways. My grandparents and my mom laughed as if they had just pulled the greatest prank of all time. “HAHAHAHA, Sister So-and-so jumped two feet in the air!! AAHAHAHAAAA”…I simply drove away and didn’t look back.
i dont know if you guys have the same setup as over here in the UK, but most old churchs over here are surrounded by burial sites - the horns could wake the dead!:eek: