A vent.
It’s long been one of my pet peeves that people sit on the very end of the pews so no one else can get in. It happened again this morning at Mass. My wife and I usually sit in the same place every week, some weeks one pew further back, sometimes even further if there’s something special that has the first rows blocked. We don’t freak if someone is in “our” spot. (That can be another thread some day) But today we arrived, our usual pew had one guy at one end, and a couple at the other end, and over twenty feet in between was empty. The people on the end were kneeling, so we couldn’t just edge past them. So we slid in the pew behind, and moved as far in as we could.
The church filled up. Our pew had five groups in it. The pew ahead was still blocked by the end sitters. Time for the collection. The baskets come. Since our pew was full, it whisked right down the row. The pew ahead got the basket, but it was too far to hand the basket to the neighbor at the distant end, so they handed it back a row, disrupting the orderly movement. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
WHY do people insist on sitting on the ends? We always sit in the center, even if the pew was empty when we arrived. That way the later arrivals can just slide right in, from either end, with no commotion.
And on a related note, why won’t people slide over a little? We had a comfortable gap between us and the neighbor to our right one week, and a family arrived a bit late and came in from our left. They were packed like sardines, so I nudged my wife and we slid over a couple feet. Now my wife was going to be sharing a kneeler with her neighbors, not with me. But who cares? The late arrivals were dumbstruck that we slid over for them! The woman’s face went like this, literally: :bigyikes: she shouldn’t have been amazed, it’s just common courtesy, if not just common sense.
Vent over.