Dropped in for a visit on Sunday morning (7-24-22). Parking facilities were great. I elated from my vehicle and a lovely-long haired brunette escorted me to the sanctuary. Quickly I found a seat without another person in the entire row. Out of nowhere a gentleman comes up to me and says, "you're in my seat." Immediately, I apologized and headed down the row. I was ready to sit when he commented "don't seat there either, it's for my wife who sings in the choir." Rats, I thought, all of these invisible people suddenly showing up for their own seats. Alas, though I found a spot free of intervention. The service & singing were dry. At the end, a fine looking-suited gentleman prayed for us & we filed out the doors. I briskly moved towards the only men's room. It was packed and in poor condition. Think of this, thousands coming out of the worship center & only 1 men's lavatory. Folks, build more bathrooms - 10 should do it - 5 for women & 5 for men. Next, I tried to purchase a breakfast burrito advertised at $6.50. However, the cashier charged me $7.71, I kindly mentioned there must an error. Another lady popped up and said the sign was wrong and the higher price was right. Wouldn't it be great if for once the higher price was wrong & the lower one was right? We all know that never happens in rigid capitalism. I exercised a tad bit of consumer sovereignty and left. As I looked back, it seemed like there is not much of a sense of holiness here. Rather it was mostly beige stucco poured into the air. Homeward bound, held joyous esteem.