ignore the man with his hands clasped over his heart

Today I interviewed a church pastor for a piece I’m working on about a church - in case you didn’t get that. I recorded the interview on one of those iPod voice recording doo-hickeys in a large atrium space with lots of reverberations. I listened to the recording on my way back from the interview. Apparently 2:00 on a Thursday is the perfect time to vacuum concrete floors. Also apparently, contemporary Christian music has a lot of ticky-ticky drum beats. And thirdly apparently, this interviewer feels the need to apologize for everything he does.

“I’m sorry if I’m taking up too much of your time.”

“I’m sorry if that doesn’t make sense.”

“I’m sorry if I’m swooning from your cologne.”

The pastor was very attractive, and his scent drew me in. I kept edging closer to him on the couch. I guess they train you in seminary to ignore the gay guy batting his eye-lashes and sitting in your lap when you are extoling the virtues of your church.