Quiet praying doesn't bother me, I will bow head, and be silent. To chastise you was wrong, period.
However, I would far rather the praying than the fools I always seem to sit near that are discussing their "pus pockets and holes in skin draining infection and rotting flesh clear to the bone" or the ones who had "flu all night long and vomited all over everything, and had diarrhea and missed the toilet."
Both of which have happened many, many times.
People just have no filter any more.
And the pus pocket couple, who were just itching to jump each other by the by, happened as I was eating Shrimp Quesadillas too, which white cheese sauce! Name for it escapes me at moment but you get the picture, I am sure.
Horses make me a better person.