Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Church vs. Airport

You can't build that airport there.

We have to.

Hm. Okay, but no planes on Sundays.

Here's the flight schedule.

60 planes during my 90-minute sermon? Can this be?

We're building it because we need it, you see?

No planes on Sundays. Or else.

What are we going to do with those 60 flights?

Tell people to attend the service instead.

Yeah, right. No, seriously now.

We'll sue.

Yeah, right. (laughs)

Dot, get me Jawbreaker on the phone. Now. (to mayor) I suppose we're done?

I guess.


My first reaction: 90 minutes sermon? Should I come help edit that overlong speech? What's easier to move - a little church or big city airport? Is there any place where the planes wouldn't disturb anyone? I mean, this is a city, we've got millions of people living here. 24 hrs a day, not just 90 minutes on Sundays. They may even talk to each other during those 90 minutes on frigging Sunday. Or so the rumor goes.

Nevertheless, the church is suing. Anyone wanna bet on the outcome?

2 comments:

Adam Renfro said...

humm, judging by the phrase "god is my copilot," someone in the airline industry has a position higher than the all mighty . . . so my money is on the airport.

and since when do churches sue? aren’t they content with the whole eternal damnation thing? suing is, like, so temporal . . . .

A. M. said...

It's the 21st century, people are looking at the whole spectrum of religious groups, the biggens are losing membership etc.

It's only a (not sure, I think Catholic) church...

If it was a synagogue....

they'd most likely decide to offer a (bigger! better!) lot and cash to build a new one.

If it was a mosque....

who's the idiot who overlooked the mosque? Get 'im in here this instant! Man, we've got a situation. No, a crisis! They're already very upset! Remember the cartoons? Huh! We're lucky nothing has happened yet. Back to the drawing board with you. Find a new location for that damned airport. Write a letter of apology re: the oversite. Call the media. It's gotta be out pronto. Pronto! Hope it's not too late. Grovel, my man, grovel.

No, wait. Smitty, call the multicultural international crisis task force. Meeting in an hour. You, go and draft that apology and bring it to the meeting for evaluation and approval. And pray to God you'll still have a job tomorrow.