And You Said Nothing Exciting Happens...

Sunday I worked for 4 hours from 05-09 in the morning for one of my co-workers. This fact is insignificant except that because of this reason I got home at 10 or so, showered, got ready for church, ate breakfast, got Brody ready, packed the luggage for church, got Blake ready and we were actually 5 minutes early for church and got to sit on a padded bench (my bum thanks me for it). There is an elderly gentleman who is in a wheelchair and is not normally in our ward a couple of rows behind us. While the sacrament is being passed his cell phone rings...loudly. He answers and in a normal volume voice and tells the caller he is in sacrament meeting and will have to call them back. Then the counselor in the bishopric gets up and prefaces the speakers by saying that they are speaking on a very spiritual topic and hopes that all of us can have open minds and hearts and really be in tune with the Spirit during their talks. The first speaker gets up, says just about the same thing as the counselor does that the topic is very spiritual and she is very nervous to speak on such a sensitive subject and then...Whom Whom Whom Whom Whom "Please Exit the Building" Whom Whom Whom Whom Whom Whom Whom "Please Exit the Building"...you guessed it...the fire alarm goes off. We're all sitting there scanning our eyes around the room wondering if all 110 of us are really going to evacuate or if we're just going to sit on our benches and die in a fiery blaze. The Bishop gets up and says for all of us to stay in our seats while he goes and investigates. Of course there are 5 or so men who think that because they have once put out a fire camping they need to get up and go help. The Bishop comes back and reports that there is no fire but we do in fact have to evacuate the building because it is the protocol. So out we go, all 110 of us carrying crying, screaming children outside. We stand out in the cold for a couple minutes and then preceed to go back into the building. We all get settled back down again into our seats, the speaker gets back up and then...the elderly gentlemans cell phone rings again. This time instead of just saying he is in sacrament meeting he carries on a full conversation with the person on the phone.

I tell you this because I had never been in church while the fire alarm went off and I would say that it was a pretty good way to kill about 10 minutes of sacrament meeting. Second, I couldn't help but giggle thinking that if there had been a real fire we might have had a couple of George Castanza's in our ward who would check the elderly widows in our ward to get out of the building.