Ok, once and for all, let's get this drive-in church thing settled. Yes, when I was little my parents and I went to drive-in church. No, it was not drive-THROUGH church, we did not go to the In-n-Out of churches. Drive-IN church, is kind of like a drive-in movie, except instead of staring a movie for an hour and a half, you stare at a church. Pretty simple concept. There was a huge lawn behind the church with old men in orange construction vests bedecked with reflective tape guiding you to a parking spot, except in this instance, you weren't just parking, you were there to stay. All you had to do was tune the radio to the right channel and you instantly had a direct line into the audio system inside the church in front of you. The only mandatory contact with people was during the offering when a velvet (only the best for drive-in church attendees) bag on a stick was thrust into the driver side window by one of the aforementioned elderly, neon-orange-clad "ushers". Yes, some people dressed up, even though many did not leave their vehicle. It's a matter of respect you know..... Especially if you wanted to go to coffee hour after church (yes, I see the irony), it was a requirement that in order to interact with the Christian public on Sunday morning, you had to be in your Sunday best. This is probably what started the whole drive-in thing in the first place. I, personally, was not allowed to attend drive-in church. I was required by my parents to exit the car and trek to Sunday school every week to attend class with real-live other students. Children aren't supposed to be reclusive until they're older, I suppose. If you don't believe me about any of this, you are more than welcome to call Tanya's parents as she did when she first heard me recount my drive-in church memories. They also attended the same church, but be forewarned, it will be made quite clear that they "always went inside the church." I'll finish that thought for them: "like normal people."
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