Following yesterday's "round table" discussion with Executives from Wachovia, the Western States Regional Vice President approached me and said, "nice boots!" I was wearing my Justin boots, something I wear almost everyday.
"Thank you."
"Hey, are you Mormon," he asked.
I wasn't sure where he was going with this, but I said, "yes."
He then broke from his business professional character and said, "oh, sweet, Dude! I've got this funny story to tell you."
He continued, "you remember Mr. Max? You know, Dude, Mr. Max. The guy who sells cheap polyester suits?"
"Oh, you mean, Mr Mac. Yes. Mr Mac is still around. They're known for their attire for men," I said.
"Sweet! Yeah, yeah, yeah....Mr. Max."
"Anyway, Dude, when I was a kid, my dad was a Stake President." He laughed and then continued, "We were having a Stake Conference and a General Authority (church leader) was staying at our house and had dinner."
He slapped me on the chest, laughed and said, "anyway, Dude, it was Sunday morning and my brother and me decided to go surfing instead of going to church."
I smiled and thought about slapping him on the chest. Instead, I put my hands in my pocket, shuffled my feet for a second and then looked back at him.
"So, when we got back from surfing, the General Authority was like, Dude, did you go to church today? So... my brother and I looked at each other and said, like, Dude, of course we went to church today."
"He totally started quizzing me, like, what did you learn today? My brother and I couldn't think of anything, so we said, Dude, we totally went surfing today."
He slapped me on the chest again and started laughing maniacally before finishing his story.
"I totally lied to a General Authority!"
He laughed some more, then turned and walked out of the room.
I stood there for a few minutes and thought to myself, what does that have to do with Mr Mac?
"Thank you."
"Hey, are you Mormon," he asked.
I wasn't sure where he was going with this, but I said, "yes."
He then broke from his business professional character and said, "oh, sweet, Dude! I've got this funny story to tell you."
He continued, "you remember Mr. Max? You know, Dude, Mr. Max. The guy who sells cheap polyester suits?"
"Oh, you mean, Mr Mac. Yes. Mr Mac is still around. They're known for their attire for men," I said.
"Sweet! Yeah, yeah, yeah....Mr. Max."
"Anyway, Dude, when I was a kid, my dad was a Stake President." He laughed and then continued, "We were having a Stake Conference and a General Authority (church leader) was staying at our house and had dinner."
He slapped me on the chest, laughed and said, "anyway, Dude, it was Sunday morning and my brother and me decided to go surfing instead of going to church."
I smiled and thought about slapping him on the chest. Instead, I put my hands in my pocket, shuffled my feet for a second and then looked back at him.
"So, when we got back from surfing, the General Authority was like, Dude, did you go to church today? So... my brother and I looked at each other and said, like, Dude, of course we went to church today."
"He totally started quizzing me, like, what did you learn today? My brother and I couldn't think of anything, so we said, Dude, we totally went surfing today."
He slapped me on the chest again and started laughing maniacally before finishing his story.
"I totally lied to a General Authority!"
He laughed some more, then turned and walked out of the room.
I stood there for a few minutes and thought to myself, what does that have to do with Mr Mac?
Dude! That was a pretty funny story! If I were there, I'd totally slap you on the chest! I like how he hooked you with the Mr. Max bit... no way you were getting away from him once the Mr. Max bit had been thrown into the routine!
ReplyDeleteYeah, what does that have to do with Max?
ReplyDeleteAlso, this guy is a total tool. I had no idea how awesome it is to lie to a freakin' GA. Dude, NOT AWESOME.
I love your blog. It is always so much fun to read. This was a great story.
ReplyDeleteWait....Now, DUDE...is there a twist to this story cause I TOTALLY feel like I just got HOSED!! Wait was it your shoes?
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