Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful web page. I am laughing and crying at the same time. I love the cheese story, and of course the genuflecting!
Being a Catholic, I believe I can add to that story. You know, we catholics are so used to genuflecting, that we take for granted that we can exercise this move with all sorts of agility and not much thought. When I was about 16 (and totally boy-crazy!), I found myself following my father right down the middle aisle of St. Patrick's Church at the 12:15 Mass on a Sunday morning. My father, of course, always insisted on sitting very close to the front of the church. When we got to the designated pew, my father knelt down to genuflect while I was busy gaping over my right shoulder at my latest "crush", who was a few pews behind us.
You know what's coming now, don't you. Luckily, Dad was much bigger than me, and I flew over him and was sprawled on the floor. He, however, managed to keep his dignity intact and regain his footing! And also get me off the floor!Needless to say, I was never able to look at the heartthrob of the moment again! And from that moment on, my Father never walked in front of me.
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