Fancy Pants

SuperK has been going to the main clubhouse here in The New City to attend an early meeting 4 or 5 times a week.  The clubhouse is in a very nice area of town and this meeting is well attended by nicely dressed people who show up in their nice cars on the way to work, undoubtedly in nice offices.  Nothing the matter with that just as there's nothing the matter with hanging out at my regular meeting where most of the members have taken the alcoholism elevator down a few more floors.  There was a newly sober woman at the call-the-cops-meeting a few days back who was mightily offended that we asked a disruptive homeless guy who was washing his feet in the church sink to leave the premises.  She showed up at the fancy meeting today and bitched about it, making it sound like a bunch of intolerant bleeding deacons had conspired to deprive a new person of the chance to stay sober.  The fancy people clucked sympathetically.

First of all, there's nothing better than being criticized by people who are fairly drowning in blessings.  That's always appreciated.  And it's really special when you're being criticized for things that didn't happen by people who weren't there.  That's the bomb.  It was actually the church who called the cops, not members of The Fellowship.  This large church downtown has been gracious enough to allow a big group of mostly marginal men to use their meeting hall, kitchen, and bathroom 6 times a week; understandably, they don't want homeless, barefoot guys roaming unsupervised in the building, stopping off to wash their feet in the sink.  Some of the staff are women and they are at work early.  The group had to decide between a little control over the proceedings and finding a new place to meet.

I'd like to see some of the fancy-pants people downtown.  We could use them there.