So I had a bad day...

Every once in a while I have to remind myself what it is about being single that I enjoy. By doing this I feel a little bit better about my situation. One thing thing that I really enjoy is going to singles wards. I don't necessarily enjoy singles wards, I just like how quiet they are. Most of the time you can hear a pin drop. I like that. I have a very hard time going to family wards because they are so loud. Anyway, sometimes the people in singles wards forget the quiet rule and very rudely talk during meetings. It drives me crazy. If you want to talk, go to church with your parents. Well, one Sunday I was having a particularly bad day and was looking forward to the quiet that sacrament meeting offers. But, lo and behold, two rows behind me were people that forgot that they are old enough to sit quietly through a meeting. For the first ten to fifteen minutes of this meeting kept talking and telling a story loud enough that I could hear them quite well. It made a bad day worse. So, being the very blunt and not so very tactful person I can be, I turned around and said in my most motherly voice, "This is fascinating, but I didn't come to church to listen to you talk." I know, not very mature of me, but I have to say, I have wanted to tell a lot of people that and finally I just did. It was a very quiet meeting after that.
Later that night I drove over to Roosevelt for an Institute fireside. The people sitting right behind me also forgot the quiet rule. I was very close to telling them the same thing. The thing that bothers me the most is that this isn't a required thing. I'm ok with using them as an excuse to see people, but if you feel like you have to talk, go sit in the hall, or find an empty classroom. Don't make everyone else suffer because you are not grown up and respectful enough to keep your mouth shut.
Anyway, sorry, I didn't mean for this to be a vent. I just wanted to give some background. After Sacrament meeting the branch presidencies wife's all came up to me, (they were sitting in the row behind the noisy couple), and asked if I was ok. One of them just gave me a hug and said, "Amy, I love you." I responded by saying, "why, because I'm ornery?" It was just a bad day.
The next day I went to work and when I came home there was a note on my door from the flower shop. I had to go back to work for a training so I left a little early and went to pick up these flowers. One of the wife's sent them to me. It was very nice of her and it made me feel a little bit better.