The next morning, my son awoke with a high fever. The flu had struck. I don't normally rejoice when my kids get sick, but I did on that particular day.
I did call the parish to let the rather caustic priest know that we wouldn't be able to come to breakfast, but there was no answer. I think I did leave a voicemail, although I can't exactly recall. If there was an answering machine, I'm quite sure I left a message. I just don't remember if there was an answering machine. There probably was.
When my son recovered from his illness, we again showed up at the daily Mass. I was again excoriated from from the altar by the rather caustic priest for irresponsibly not showing up for the breakfast. When I tried to explain that my son had woken up with a fever, but that I had tried to call in order to let him know we wouldn't be coming, he replied, in a very withering tone, "Oh, SURE you did." Again, I prevented my opinions from making their way from my head out of my mouth.
We now attend a different parish. And I never talk to any of the priests. I just say my prayers and try not to be noticed. ;-)