In Honor of Conference
Well, in honor of the changes that took place in Conference on Saturday, I think I'll share a little story...
All names have not been changed in order to embaress the innocent.
I was working at ShopKo Optical in Provo, UT a few years ago(longer ago than it seems). It was an unusually hot Saturday afternoon in the summer. I was working behind the counter as usual when a gentleman walked in to get his glasses adjusted. I took them from him and asked what the problem was and we were working on correcting it. My dear friend, we'll call her... Jenn. (With 2 n's.) She had been working out in the garden center, I believe, covering a break for the cashier out there. She walked in--did I mention it was hot--and did I mention she was quite pregnant--and flopped down on the waiting chairs and said something about being pooped or something (help me out here). Then a young lady walked up to the gentleman I was helping and gushed, "Oh, I just wanted to tell you how much I always enjoy your talks." Craaaaaap. I think all the blood rushed out of my face when I realized I AM HELPING A GENERAL AUTHORITY AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHO IT IS!! Great. The unknown general authority then decided to purchase something from me; I think it was because the look on my face said I was a member and I had no idea who he was. He payed, so conveniently for me, with a card. I glanced down nonchalantly (I'm sure it was soooo obvious) and saw the name EYERING on the card. And then he was gone. We tried to go over what we had been talking about; white in the face wondering how bad it was. I still hate thinking about it. But I thought you might like to hear it. And now I get to say I helped one of the First Presidency.
And don't bother pointing out that he is the most recognizable general authority maybe EVER. I know that now.
And the thing that bugs me maybe the most about the whole experience is the fact that Donny Osmond came into ShopKo that same week and I knew him without any hesitation. Had to convince everyone it WAS him by showing him his "autographed" credit card reciept. Yes, this speaks volumes about me; something I'm not proud of. I know that now, too.
Has anything this awful ever happened to you?? Please share.
4 comments:
That is a great story. My husbands nephew's wife is the grand-daughter of President Monson. She drives President Faust's old car around. Matt, my husband has wanted that car for years and they won't sell it to us, now we know why. And don't worry, General Authorities are people too. Can you believe that President Monson has never tasted pizza?
Alison--that is hilarious!! I don't know if Jenn ever told me that story.
Doug and I went to Reams grocery store (right by Shopko, as a matter of fact) a few months ago and as we were standing in the checkout line, Doug made some comments about some celebrity being a skank or having plastic surgery or something. Turns out Elder L. Tom Perry and his wife were standing right in front of us! Doug really really wishes he'd said something about doing his hometeaching instead.
i've got a few GA-encounter stories, but this one is my favorite:
while going to ricks college, i ran into elder maxwell... like RAN into him. i was running through the library hallway to go to the bathroom in enough time to still make it to my next class. i took the corner really fast (the door to the bathroom was on the other side of the corner) and smacked right into the chest of a really big/tall man, almost knocking me off my feet. i glanced up quickly, said "oh! i'm so sorry!" and ran into the bathroom. i got into the bathroom and stopped dead in my tracks. i thought, "wait a second! was that elder maxwell?" and i walked back out the door, peeked my head around the corner and saw a swarm of girls surrounding him. so ya... elder maxwell nearly knocked me on my butt.
Alison-I seem to remember saying something about being a huge sweaty load.
Making the situation even more wonderful. I was mortified and you...were pale.
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