A well oiled Sunday.

I went to church last night, The Gate, in Dundee to be exact.
I was given the job of taking the collection with some sort of machine. First of all I took a tour round the congregation to plot a route and take a rough audit of numbers. Several people asked me to sit beside them, popular guy.
I went out to the door again and sprayed the collection machinery with WD 40 to ease its operation. This mild act of preparation caused the entire contraption to fly apart. Shouts of "Be quiet!" came to me as the Minister entered to begin the service. I was surrounded by springs, cogs and a rolling tin of lubricant.
No longer popular I had to confess to all that I had brought the Church to ruin, no more money could be collected.
The shame of it.