The sign of peace. I'm not moving from where I'm standing, but if you are either side of me, behind or in front, I'm not ignoring you. If someone smiles at me across the Church at that moment, a muted nod and a smile, but nothing that encourages anyone to go on a Billy Connollyesque world tour of the church, I hope.
I've seen so much that is so much worse, I'm not having a breakdown about a hand shake. I find bidding prayers much more excruciating. You can't blame people for the sign of peace, we get told to do it after all. I'd much prefer it wasn't there, but there we are.
Anyway, I now have to remember not to kneel down for the Sanctus and the Agnus Dei in the OF Mass, but wait until afterwards.
Too much to remember...