Today I drove down a street lined with tall trees. The square sign indicated that I could only drive 50 mph. I decided to do 60. I turned right on 12th and headed down the street. After crossing a set of train tracks and Walton Way, I turned right onto the street that led to Tabernacle Baptist Church. There was a black police officer directing traffic as well as several people crossing the street. One lady was dressed in her “Sunday’s Best.” I didn’t know which way to go. I looked right; there were cars lining both sides of the street. I kept straight. Making a quick left into the parking lot to the side of me, I maneuvered my way through the over- and illegally-parked cars and stopped. Just seconds shy of giving up, a car came pulling out of a spot. There was a white four-door car coming up behind them. Dammit! I thought, they’re going to take my spot. To my surprise (and luck) they kept driving straight. I let them clear the narrow aisle before I whipped my car into the spot. I checked my hair and nose one last time. There was a little white speck on the upper part of my nostril. I picked at it until I got it to disappear. I didn’t need people thinking I had a booger hanging out of my nose.

I stepped my left, blue and black leopard-covered heel out of the car and followed with my right. I grabbed my orange clutch and shut the door. I pointed behind me and locked the door and stopped. There was a red brick building in front of me and a huge building to my right. Which of these is the church? One building said “Tabernacle Baptist Church Youth Center” and another said “Tabernacle Baptist Church.” I decided to head toward the church. I was already running one minute behind. I noticed as I walked toward the church that no one else had on jeans. Many women wore pants, but they were slacks. I placed my keys in my clutch and crossed the street at the crossing guard’s order. Behind me were two girls; one of them was chatting away about some guy who was a good catch because she wasn’t looking to be tied down right now. The conversation wasn’t exactly appropriate for church, but…to each its own.

I walked up the steps and into one set of two-door openings. There were two women standing in front of a table. The people who’d walked in with me knew where to go. They were heading in opposite directions. I had two options—right or left. I pointed to my right and asked if that was the direction I needed to go in. The lady closest to me stated that I needed to go up the stairs, she then tossed her arms open to hug one of the young ladies from outside. I walked up yet another set of stairs and saw another set of doors. Trying my luck, I went for the two right in front of me. I stepped inside…