Father Pappadaeus
Father George Pappadaeus has been a friend of our family for a really long time. Every once in awhile he comes over for dinner or stops by to make sure we're all okay. Today was one of those days. My current flame Alex was at the house when Father George checked in on his way back to Daytona Beach (He lives there but makes the 1 and a half hour drive to our town every weekend to perform services for the local Greek Orthodox Mission. We're poor, we have no resident priest lol). He came in and sat down on the couch to talk with my mother while I made some tea and Alex notices my mother (and suprisingly enough, not the man of the cloth sitting directly across from her), stops, walks over to her, and says "The damn garage door won't open again, whoever broke it had one hell of a lot of nerve"...
Father George coughs after that sentence. Not a "Did you not notice me? The priest who you just cursed in front of?" kind of cough, an actual "I'm 89 years old and I have chronic bronchitis, please forgive me" kind of cough. At that, Alex turns around and panics momentarily before collecting himself, smiling, and saying "Hello
, I'm a methodist", bowing and walking away lol.*sigh* such is life in our family sometimes
-Kat
