Incognito

Tonight I went to FHE in my new ward. I've only been to their sacrament meeting once, but I went anyway. They were having a harry potter themed activity, and they said that costumes were encouraged. So I gave Tom a call, and he let me borrow his Dumbledore costume from several years ago. It was great, I went to FHE all decked out as Dumbledore, and because I had only been there once, no one knew who I was! It was driving the Bishop nuts. The only downside is when no one know who you are, no one is willing to socialize with you :( .
Anyway, after FHE, I thought it might be fun to go get a Jamba Juice. I walked in the store, and the only people who were there were the workers and two girls sitting at a table. About 15 seconds after I came in, the girls got a weird look on their face and left. Their loss. The workers also had a priceless look on their face. "So whats this all about? Costume party?"
"Oh no, I just heard that muggle jamba juices were absolutely bewitching, so I had to come and try one myself."
One of the workers, wearing thick bottle glasses, said "You know, this is a great idea. I should go dressed up to a store like that. Of course, I would probably go as my D&D character."
The rest of the evening I couldn't stop thinking "Good gravy, I hope I don't come across as being that nerdy."

Steel Toe Sunday Shoes

So I've had some requests to post this story on my blog. It happened to me about a year ago. I was still working graveyards at home depot at the time, and just getting ready to start school again. I went to Walmart one day with 2 goals in mind... Get steel toe shoes for work (too many incidents with pallets falling on my feet) and get new dress shoes for church. After looking around for a while, I spotted something that filled me with hope and joy! STEEL TOE DRESS SHOES!!!!!!!! For a guy who is trying to save money, I thought this was a dream come true. "Two birds with one stone." I thought. So I bought them.

I drove home feeling pretty good about my purchase. I managed to only spend half of what I had origionally intended. When I got home, I had a very blunt and harsh revelation: "Who in the sam hill wears dress shoes to their graveyard job?" I sat there staring at my shoes, realizing that I had just scammed myself (it was an excellent scam, though). But then I foolishly thought "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try them for one night."..... I won't go into too much detial of that night at Home Depot. It was full of friendly ridicule from co-workers, including, but not limited to, Rex. (He probably deserves an entire blog post of his own.) In the end, I decided that they were too bulky and showy to be practical for work, but because my old mission shoes are so worn out, I use them for church. They're kind of heavy, but hey, if anything falls on my feet in the middle of sacrament meeting, I'll be ready.