"The Widow's Pew"

There's a name for the people who like to cause trouble. The people in the church who seem to look for fault, imperfection and weakness. In our church, where the median age is probably 60, they call it the Widow's Pew.
Every Sunday, the 2nd pew is lined in a row with cute little old ladies with white hair and pant suits. They seem so innocent and nice... They've probably gone to this church since they were my age, if not younger.
I heard some of the younger people, the 45-55 year olds (yes, this is our "younger people") talking about the Widow's Pew...
They said that basically they were all widows and the women are the ones in church that complain every step of the way. They're the pastor's worst nightmare. The ones that become outraged at every little thing, that despise change, and that like to nitpick. I don't know who they are exactly, just that I should probably steer clear of them. Apparently once your husband dies you've got nothing better to do than sit in quiet judgment of everyone else and call Pastor on Monday morning about stupid crap. Yes, crap.
They had brought a particular story up, about how the little children (who receive communion first) were drinking more than one mini-shot of juice, or eating a few of the crackers (honestly I don't know why ANYONE would want more than one of those disgusting crackers)... the Widows had seen this TRAVESTY and they actually got the pastor to make clear to the children not to eat more than one cracker or drink more than one juice. Well, they went on to say that a few of the Widows had stayed late one day and saw a male church member drinking the left over juice from the little mini-shots and had a FIT about it. I immediately wondered if the Widows have seen me doing it yet, I have been doing it every communion Sunday since we came here... but, the church serves those little crackers... the worst things ever to happen to communion. I eat the little cracker and try to wash it down with the juice, but it's never enough. Those crackers are like cement when they hit your saliva. Every communion Sunday I'm always leaving the church picking the Jesus out of my teeth.
Our first communion Sunday that we were here, I stayed late to help clean up. I came to find that the communion committee people were just taking all the leftover crackers and putting them in a Ziploc bag for "next time" and taking all the juice that was left untouched and pouring it in a bucket that would be sent down the sink drain. So, that Sunday I decided to have a few extra shots of Jesus juice, in attempts to wash down that nasty cracker. A few people who were there late cleaning up had made cracks about how I shouldn't be so sinful through the month and I wouldn't need so much juice. My husband always laughs and tries to pull me away from the altar, but if it's just going to go to waste, why is it so bad that I drink it? Isn't pouring Jesus' blood down the drain a little worse?