What happens, I think, is that the Pastor pulls back on the Cross with his thumb. That opens the lid, and then the Pastor can pour out a glass of cool lemonade for Mrs. Fitzpatrick, the head of the parish chapter of the Church Mission Society, who’s stopped by the rectory to complain about the organist. Again.
As it happens, they’re having a little trouble with phrasing at this seller of church supplies. Even the title of this item—Metal Water Serving Set—is a lesson in why complex adjectives should be hyphenated. (Unless, that is, you actually want to serve Mrs. Fitzpatrick some “metal water.”)
And given the effort of the nation’s media to sell choice as the official euphemism for abortion, I sorta think maybe Artistic—The Churchware of Choice isn’t the best name for a company that hopes to find good sales in a Catholic market.
[Rating: 32/100]
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