It was the usual type of church service. A couple of hymns had been sung, the old and new Testament readings had been read, (though i'm not quite sure why since they were rarely referenced in thesermonstory).
Tim, Wilky and myself, as all the coolest young men do, sat at the back row of the church trying to look interested; and if truth be told (in my case anyway) trying to stay awake.
Tim was messing with an elastic band when . . .'Twang' . . . it shot off in a diagonal direction. Though it had all the force imaginable it seemed to go into slow motion.
I remember watching in awe as it disturbed the speckles of dust revealed by the light beaming through the stained glass window. Onwards it went until . . . Smack' . . . it found a target. The ear of an unsuspecting member of the congregation.
I honestly can't say that i seen the reaction, mainly because the laughter was welling up and the struggle to keep a straight face was extreme. Anyone who's ever took a fit of giggles in a church service knows what it's like; the more you hold back, the more you want to laugh.
But refrain we did, or at least, with lowered heads and whispered chuckles we managed to keep the noise to minimum. Then, when the service was over and only trusted ears were around we laughed, laughed and laughed some more.
[I'm pretty sure no permanent damage was caused, though i can't be one hundred percent sure. Anyway it was Tim so if you read this and were hit by an elastic band one sunny Sunday it's him you need to claim off.]
