what gives, church?

so i told myself, "kris, go to church tomorrow." there are seven of them in town, everyone here goes, so pick one and go. i picked the salem united methodist church, which has a service at 11:00. no excuse, when it's that late. i woke up this morning, put on some nice clothes and a friendly smile, and drove to church a little before 11.

there were a lot of cars lining the street, unfortunately none of them were there for the church i picked. the walkways to the door weren't shoveled and there appeared to be no sign of life. i, very confusedly, walked around examining the place. the sign did say "sunday service 11:00." i tried the doors.. locked. seriously?! i mean, c'mon.. i'm trying here.

and by this time, obviously, it's too late to pick another service, so, cold and dejected, i returned to the office. maybe next sunday i'll have better luck somewhere else. but, seriously.. what gives?