One evening back in my nursing days I was passing medication to my residents. I go in to give medication to one of my residents in the dining area and she askes me to take another resident out of the dining area because she is yelling at the preacher.
I don’t know why she was upset, this preacher had been telling the same sermon every Wednesday and Sunday for like a decade, but resident one felt that resident two was disruptive.
The preacher didn’t seem to notice that resident two was literally barking at him. As I’m escorting resident two out of the dining area she yells at the top of her lungs, “You can’t preach the gospel when you’re drunk as a dog” I’m not convinced that the preacher ever took a drink in his life.