Service temporarily interupted

It's official. I am turning into my mother - FOR REAL.
Last night at Wednesday night church, I sealed the deal. Our Wednesday night services are much more casual than our full out, high Sunday services, and I get this. We are a very liberal congregation to begin with and even on Sundays we get a range of attire that spans anywhere from t-shirt and jeans to three piece suits, but I digress.
The Weds. night ceremony is much more relaxed and many people enjoy this aspect of it. I am more of a Sunday service person, but my friends enjoy Weds. and several of our musically inclined pals are leaders in this very musically inspired service. So, I attend.
Relaxed is one thing, but down right disrespectful is another. I am not above an occasional whisper here and there, but full on conversations during the service strike me as a bit rude. One such conversation was taking place in the pew behind me DURING COMMUNION. Yes, four rather mouthy queens thought that while everyone else proceeded to the front of the sanctuary to receive the Holy Sacrament, they would proceed to rather loudly discuss totally inappropriate topics of conversation. At first, I tried to over look it. I thought they'd get it out of their system and stop. They didn't.
"I'm this close!" I said to My J. He pinched my leg and gave me a look.
The group behind me continued their conversation, adding laughter. People in the row ahead of me turned and looked. This was getting out of hand!
"Don't start," Jonathan whispered out of the side of his mouth.
About the time the noisy boys started talking about charging admission at the door and setting up a shoe shine booth, I had had enough. I turned around in the pew and said, "Ladies, REALLY! SSSSHHHHHHHH!"
They stopped. J. rolled his eyes. I was free to meditate on the things I would normally consider during the time of communion. I heard a couple more whispers (I can only imagine what I was being called - I'm certain is wasn't appropriate for church, either), but other than that, my worship remained uninterrupted.
After the service, several people stopped me to say thank you. Apparently I was not the only one to be bothered by the dis respectfulness of the gentlemen behind me. I was reminded of a time at the movie theater when my mother all but physically stopped a group of children from being rowdy during the feature presentation by turning in her seat and shushing them loudly. At that time I was mortified. After last nigh, however, I felt vindicated.