Church yesterday, the cantor directs us to page #49 of the hymnal. Page 49 was stuck to page 48. I wedged my finger in there and carefully pried them apart, afraid I was going to rip one.
Inspected the page and noticed a plump dried booger hiding there in the lower right-hand corner. That puppy welded the leafs together like crazy glue. Song #49 is Patience, People. Apparently, the gentleman/toddler/wild baboon clutching the hymnal the prior week was lacking patience to the degree that they invoked the pick and wipe method rather than unloading into a hanky.
I tried to ignore and sing Patience, People, but it was too late. No sound, but my stomach was going up and down as I suppressed a laugh before communion.
Pigtails caught on, she covered her mouth and pointed, then we both cracked up. Once you start laughing, it's hard to stop.
Who does that, uses a hymnal as a Kleenex?