Remember back in the day when Shelle over at blokthoughts hosted that Don't you hate it when contest once a week?
Well here's one, fresh off the boat:
Don't you hate it when you have a blind date at the temple and you're super nervous because it's with the Stake Young Women's President who says she'd like to get to know you spiritually before your ward conference. So you get up early to polish your halo and put on your best divine face--no make-up, no earrings--just freshly dusted 100% pure holiness. Good golly, you look positively religious when you show up for your 9:30 a.m. session.
But don't you hate it when you run into your Drivers Ed teacher on the way into the temple and he is still such a gentlemen after all these years that he lets you go first. So there you are, suddenly feeling like a teenager learning to parallel park, but acting like America's next top spiritual super-model, as you step to the front of the line in slow motion, shaking your tresses as if you're rising from the metaphorical pool of virtue.
You hand the nice temple worker your recommend and he eyeballs it. And then he eyeballs you. And then he scans it. And then he furrows his brows and says, "I'm sorry, miss, but your recommend is expired."
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . como say what???????
Como say YOUR RECOMMEND IS EXPIRED! he shouts as if you no habla ingles.
That's where the sheepishly awkward exit comes in handy.
At least it wasn't my driver's license, but yea, I just stood up my YW president. Left her at the alter. Of the temple.
I just hope she doesn't find out about my Truth or Dare plans with the Young Men/Young Women. I would hate for her to draw conclusions and make sweeping generalizations that I'm getting my inspirations crossed.
P.S. For those of you who read my recent post about the Old Boat Guy and his gold buick, please click here for photographic evidence of his buick and proof that he's as color-blind as a bat.
Can I get an AMEN here!