A favorite memory

In Church every Sunday night, I have the honor of sitting in between Drew (if he isn't preaching) and Santusa, my elderly Quechua friend (quite full of spunk, actually). Every Sunday, it never fails, I have the opportunity to nudge both at least once during the service. They both tend to fall asleep. When I do wake them up, (we sit in the second row from the front) they always look around with a look of embarassment, but not too much because they realize that I have also nudged the other neighbor. Normally, from Santusa, I get a whisper, "Please don't tell the Pastor." As such, I always get a little bit of a giggle during the middle of each service.