My pastors are on a much-needed vacation, but I think I ought to email them and explain an embarrassing situation, in case it is brought to their attention. Unbeknownst to me, I spent the entire church service with a scantily-clad man at my feet.

A dear friend brought some hand-me-down clothes from her son, and when she brought the bag in, I didn’t rifle through it; I just thanked her and set it on the floor. I was on the aisle, so I just set it next to the pew in front of me.

They are really nice clothes: like-new shirts from Abercrombie & Fitch, Aeropostale, Hollister and American Eagle and a pair of Nike sneakers —  things I couldn’t afford (nor bear to pay for, even if I could afford) for my sons to wear. The boys aren’t very brand-conscious yet (thank God), so I explained to them that this was the motherlode of hand-me-downs, and they will be writing thank you notes this week.

Rewind back to church … I thanked the other mom profusely and went on about the worship service, as usual. It wasn’t until we were leaving … actually, we were already at the car when I finally noticed the bag. Um, yeah — it was an A&F bag with a hot bod plastered across the front. If you’ve seen any A&F storefront posters, you know what I mean: glossy, ripped abs, thumb tucked into unzipped jeans that were tugged down so far, you could almost see …

Oi vey.

Leave it to a church elder to offend visitors, LOL In all seriousness, I do hope that no one was offended! *blush*