A TRUE STORY

the following anecdote is a true story and absolutely reflects the opinions of the author. hyperbole was not used in writing the account as it was not needed:

ENTER sunday school after taking a few wrong turns in order to shorten the uncomfortable length of social time before the class actually starts [late]

FAIL. sit down begrudgingly in the front row.

it seems that my uninterested, closed-book vibe doesn't have the same effect in provo as it does everywhere else in the world. the sweet little thing next to me is positive that i need a friend. she is also sure that i am dying to play 20 questions. and the game begins:

hi! what's your name?!

nice to meet you, i'm ___ (yes, i promptly forgot her name)

so where are you from?!

ooooh i've never been there! are you here going to school, or what?

byu?

i assume that she has already graduated so i ask if she works

yes, i'm a scrapbooker

PAUSE (that makes me really happy inside. i swallow my smile and continue the conversation with a bit more interest this time:)

oh, as a profession?

yes!

so...people pay you to scrapbook for them?

yeah, at a corporate level...i'm in marketing

oh. wow. (she has to be from utah. 10 points if she's from utah) where are you from?

here. orem.

(and we have a winner!)

and as i write this a kid walks past me in the hallway wearing a shirt that says

"I HEART BYU".