In the elevator after getting my lunch, a woman stuck her hand in right before the doors touched and because I didn't see her and stop the elevator from closing -- even though I said "sorry" which was unnecessary -- looked at me as if I had called her fat. I know people have bad or tough days and some people are totally self-centered or always the victim, but I will never understand why some people are just so rude about the little things. It wasn't as if we weren't in one elevator in a bank of eight. She could've waited 30 seconds for the next one, but instead she had to bring her negative funk into my day. I see it all the time, more than I ever used to. It's obnoxious.
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Got this from one of Sneed's columns this week in the S-T:
A death notice . . .
The death of the Rev. Robert McLaughlin, a popular priest and the former pastor of Holy Name Cathedral, was not only a shock to the archdiocese, it's attached to a lovely vignette.
According to a Sneed source who talked to one of McLaughlin's friends, the popular priest was sitting on a golf cart and said to his cart mate seconds before he died: "What's that angel doing over there?" And when his golf mate returned to the cart after teeing off, he found McLaughlin had died.
Spooky.
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