Where I attended church every Sunday. There was a parishioner lady who wore a purple hat every Sunday who refused to ever sit, but always stood right up by the priest, an old Italian man who always came about 15 minutes late, walk all the way up the church to a full row, then attempt to get his way far into the pew, loudly exclaiming "Scuzi, Scuzi!" as bumped into everyone in the pew.