Hot cocoa in a Styrofoam cup but
there’s not enough room in the cup for a full packet of hot cocoa so it’s
either too strong or too weak
A piano that hasn’t been played
since the 1980s
A room that’s always closed and
has adults talking behind it but you’re not quite sure who they are or if they
ever leave
Donuts that you’re not allowed to
eat
Scented markers and multicolored
craft sticks in an old basket
Veggie tales on VHS and two
rolling tvs on ancient tv stands
A room behind another room that has christmas decorations in it
This table:
that one bitch who’s always always wearing tights and a dress even though the basement never gets above like 55 degrees
Dusty ass bibles and one lone dusty ass hymnal
Old programs for concerts, baptisms, events, and VBS printed with black ink on colored 8.5″x11″ paper folded in half
Little acrylic bead craft projects in the shapes of lizards or cats that some girl made at church camp and forgot to take home
Glitter but not in the joyful gay way
Moms in fleece
This is fascinating to me because I never went to church, I’m not a Christian, and yet I can so clearly imagine this it’s like I was there
I can smell this post
lest we forget
if your church had a choir room in the basement, another piano that has been fixed since the 1980s, but only just so, the choir robe racks that smell like mothballs, ancient risers that are only being held up through the intervention of god himself, and super old music books that no one has gotten around to throwing out.
if there was a kitchen in the basement, then a refrigerator that has a huge piece of wedding cake that’s been sitting there since time immemorial, oven ranges that probably aren’t safe anymore, That Countertop Design (you know the one), mismatched silverware from many eras, a strange assortment of coffee cups, and an industrial sized bag or tub of pretzel sticks.
there’s a shuffleboard setup on the floor but no one’s played on it since 1981.
same goes for the hopscotch course made out of tape.
beige everything, white everything else.
buzzing fluorescent lights. there’s always one that won’t stop flickering.
burnt coffee smell
those folding chairs that are just human-sized mouse traps
(if you had to wear nylons at any point, those chairs where the edge under your thighs is all busted up so the splintered edge kept picking at the back of your legs and it sucked)
Why Are There So Many Sequins
dried glue sticks and the Church Curse of there being only one good one, but the worst kid in sunday school is the one who always seems to get it
the supply room, aka narnia
the sound of chairs scooting across tile (that one chewbacca noise)
styrofoam cups with bites taken out of the rim by bored kids
all those supplies from christmas programs that have slowly accumulated over the years, except they always fall back on the same robes for joseph, mary, and the wise men. (bonus points if they’re an extremely anachronistic color like bright purple or turquoise. double bonus if they’re the same robes from the late 1980s)
the exact feeling of almost swallowing one of those plastic beads and having a near death experience
the row of unsafe and outdated high chairs
that one glitter glue stain on the tile from many sunday schools ago
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