In the prior post, I wrote of my disdain for saving seats, especially at church. The whole thing seems so selfish and counter-Christian, but there is another reason that I don’t like it: CPW estimation (Combined Posterior Width). In a theater, at least you have discrete seats. At church, you are forced to estimate how much of the pew your family will need. Like I know my family’s exact CPW! Worse still is when someone asks if their family can share your pew.
“I don’t know, maybe. We need 10 feet (12 if we're not getting along). That leaves about nine for you. What is your family’s CPW? Oh, you don’t know? That’s OK, I brought a tape measure. Turn 
around.”
And what do you do if they are too wide?
“Nope, you guys won’t comfortably fit. You might want to lay off the jelly donuts.”
2 comments:
So in our ward we sit in the same seat and no one dares touch it. On Sunday some poor visiting family sat in it and it caused an uproar. Even the Bishop told us he'd go talk to them if we wanted him too. So consequently we encroached on someone else's saved seat. Our CPW shoould have never tried to squeeze into it though.
I'm not opposed to tradition and habit, but I don't feel good about saying, "I beat you so neener neener" or "Sure, let's see how many people we can squeeze onto this pew."
I'm afraid that if anyone in my ward reads this little rant, they will never dare try to share with us. Relax, I don't really measure. In fact, last Sunday we shared with a nice family of five no problem. We even had room for Ryan although he didn't sit with us (ushering). Besides, if you want to share with us and it's going to be a little snug, just give Ryan a piece of gum; Amanda will leave!
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