No, I'm not talking about a certain birthday coming up soon.
Last night, I did something I had never done before. I called in a noise complaint. And it was these guys, the stars of one of my very early posts on this blog.
Last year, Iglesia Cristiana had only one obnoxious outdoor service. This time, it's been one or two a week for the last three or four weeks. The congregation sets out rows of chairs on the street, the preacher sets up a loudspeaker and the show is on for at least an hour: a screaming preacher and horrid, repetitive songs sung flatly to a shrill keyboard. And it takes over my entire apartment.
Sorry, guys. I'm sure there's a special place in hell for people who report churches to the police. But at least it will be quiet there.
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Oh - you truly are ancient!!
I've been around those church services before, so every word you wrote rang true.
You made a complaint against a religious congration? You know you're going to hell, don't you?
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