Sometimes, for my lenten act of mercy, I teach young children who are talking before or after mass that talking in church is a bad idea. I do this by, first of all, glaring at them (they rarely notice), followed by coughing (again, ignored), and, finally, outright shushing them (they usually respond quite well). I wish I could do the same thing to their parents, and, for that matter, grandparents. Just another reason to long for white hair and old age and the earned right to boss perfect [rude] strangers around.