In our parish, confession is scheduled for after-Saturday Mass at 7pm. (I don’t know why not before Mass???) Anyway, after Mass, Father was just hanging out with some folks in the pews, so after several minutes, I just asked if he could hear our confessions (my husband and sister-in-law were with me). After making a face and rolling his eyes, he said, “yeah” in a really beligerent tone and walked away to do something or other before he came back to hear our confessions. I was so upset I turned to my husband and said, “Forget it, let’s go. I’d rather confess to someone who wants to do his job.” Did I mention I have a real temper problem? I was absolutely furious–I even forgot and left my veil and coat on the pew when I was leaving. (I remembered when I got outside and it was 25 degrees out.)
My husband said, “Let’s just do it now.” He’s a saint, btw, and even said, “Did you confess getting so angry just now?”

Anyway, some priests act like you’re asking for a car loan or something when you ask for a confession where I live. That’s what I get for livin in the Bible Belt, I reckon.