I've learned a lot about Catholics since the boys started going to a Catholic school this year. Most pointedly, I've learned that Catholics can't park. Who knew? All those years that I thought they were ... different ... it had nothing to do with theology. Instead, its just that Those People can't park. And, yes, I've decided to call them "Those People" while using "that tone" and raising an eye-brow.

It seems that after EVERY function I attend at the church, some CATHOLIC has parked me in! Who in their right mind would double-park in a small mid-western town WITH PLENTY OF AVAILABLE PARKING!?! Apparently, Catholics.

What drives me nuts is that there is PLENTY of other parking available. No kidding. PLENTY of parking. But no matter where I park, when I come out of the function, some lunatic has parked me in! It varies from event to event. Sometimes the crazy person scampers out to dash away in their car, furtively glancing left and right. But one time, the ... person ... dawdled behind, chattering like a deranged squirrel!

Frankly, this has colored my view of Catholics. Before, I might have disagreed with them but I never thought them to be flat-out crazy. Now, I find myself speculating about people I know. "Hmmm, sure, they SEEM sincere and intelligent. But you never know. I've seen Those People park!"