Chilling and Milling in the Satan Killing Narthex.

 It took me a long time before I finally settled on a society with interestingly breachable social norms. In the end I decided to see whether people at church were really as accepting and kindhearted as they have often claimed. So I stepped forward and embarked on this bold and dare I say, edgy, endeavor. But first I had to come up with a norm that was not only appropriate to demolish in a church setting, but also clean, wholesome, and fun. It could not be illegal and it could not be criminal or risk any form of punishment or physical or emotional risk. With these guidelines in mind, I came to the inevitable conclusion. I would have to do something generally inoffensive and highly passive so as not to incur the wrath of the uptight Presbyterians at my church. The only danger I would face was the wrath of God himself.

Thus did I wake up in the morning, throw on my glasses and stumble unshowered into church 10 minutes late wearing a bright yellow extra extra large sized tee shirt and basketball shorts, and in the most deviant breach of them all, flip flops.

As I sauntered through the lobby passing by suited gentlemen and old ladies tightly packed in their floral patterned suede dresses I furtively observed the crowd, searching for a response. Outrage, shock, pure abysmal horror; these were things I expected to see. What did I see? To say the least it was shocking.

With that, we shall continue on our voyage through the breaching of social norms and into the depths of the nitty gritty and the careful descriptions and explanations.