I walked into the department store today and immediately realized
something was different. It took a few seconds to process. First, the
normal loud music wasn't playing. It was quiet. Second, all of the
employees seemed to be at attention, not talking with one another, not
dusting the displays or following customers around as usual. Then I
heard the slow, deep, reverent-sounding voice over the intercom system:
Hail Mary,
Full of Grace,
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.
Full of Grace,
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.
I slipped into a side aisle to wait it out with respect.
Holy Mary,
Mother of God,
pray for us sinners now,
and at the hour of death. Amen.
Mother of God,
pray for us sinners now,
and at the hour of death. Amen.
The moment the exhortation was finished, the music resumed. It was a popular Filipino rock song, and all the employees in the store began dancing in unison to it. The incongruity was startling.
My ugly, self-righteous attitude was quickly checked as I tried to maneuver my way past another shopper and an employee who together were blocking the aisle, blissfully unaware of the subtle western messages I sent, suggesting that I wanted to get past. I growled inwardly with frustration as I turned to go around the long way. "...and your neighbor as yourself."
Ouch.
*revised from the archives
1 comment:
Hey, is that electric slide dancing?! I love that dance! oooops.
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