Mental case that I am

We went to a church where I knew not a soul this morning. I actually know several people who attend there, but they decided not to attend this morning. The sermon was fine, but why bother with church if you are going to stare at the back of strangers heads?
I was looking for my sister, so I ducked out as the last song was being sung, and I asked a stranger in the foyer where the "cry room" was. A cry room is a place where mothers of young children can go and cry when their little ones are being too loud for strangers to hear the sermon. The woman told me that there was no cry room, "But," she said, "I'll show you where the nursery is."
"No, thank you, " I am looking for my sister, and I thought that she had mentioned sitting in the cry room sometimes."
"We don't have a cry room, let me show you where the nursery is."
That won't be necessary, I was just looking for my sister."
"What's her baby's name?"
"Mika."
"Well, let's go look in the nursery!" And the woman marched forth.
And what's worse?
I followed her.
The whole time I was thinking to myself, "I don't want to go to the stinking nursery!" And I believe I might have been stomping my feet a little as I politely followed the forceful woman to the nursery. It occurred to me that it wasn't me being polite, that was me being co-dependant.