I was 19 and a sophomore at the University of Utah ... it was finals and I had been studying feverishly for hours at the Marriott Library in the center of Campass. It was a beautiful spring day and I had celebrated the beauty of the new season by wearing a brand new wrap around skirt to school ... (very fashionable back in the day). I was so wrapped up in my studying that the time got away from me and I suddenly realized that I had 15 minutes to run half way across campass to make it to my final! The very one I had been studying for! I grabbed my books and ran out to the center plaza right outside of the library door. A sorority sister stopped me and we quickly exchanged the daily scoop. As I stood there, I shifted my books to my other hip and ... there you go ... the beautiful floral wrap around skirt had come untied and fell to the ground ... revealing my pretty under panties (I was not endowed then, so they were traditional panties .... oh, and I was much thinner back in the day so they were bikini style ....) needles to say, me, standing there in my skivvies warranted cat calls...whistles...strange animal sounds and applause from all corners of the plaza .... I picked up my skirt with all of the dignity I could muster and went on to my final. I have been scarred for years ...
I blogged about this before, so if it seems you are having a deja' vu... you are! This was an incident that happened during an endowment session at the Jordan River Temple. You know, one of those incredibly sacred events that require a great deal of reverence ...
There I was, preparing myself for a spiritually defining moment in my frustrating life, The session had only been going for a few moments when a cell phone began to ring! Never mind that the cell phone should not have been in that sacred room at all, I immediately began to panic because it was my phone and everyone knew it, after all, it was my boobs a ringing (yes! I had put my phone in my bra and forgot to remove it in the dressing room!) To add to my embarrassment my ring tone was the rather irreverent song Taylor Swift sings "You're a red neck heartbreak who's really bad at lying ... As far as I'm concerned you're just another picture to burn!" Mortified, not knowing what to do I naturally fumbled to turn the phone off without reaching down my neckline to grab the phone, but to know avail! And a sweet old temple worker coming over to my seat to ask me to turn off the phone... THEY STOPPED THE SESSION!! I was then escorted to the hallway and another temple worker waited as I fished for the phone ... turned it off and let him (the temple worker) take temporary custody of the ill placed electronic device! Then to be escorted back to my seat so the session could be continued! To this day, I wonder what memories my fellow sessioners have in what I like to refer to as the great cell phone incident! I still have nightmares about it! LOL. I wondered at the time if it warranted a trip to the Bishop's office??? I never went ... to confess that incident nor have I ever confessed my recent temple mishap of accidentally flushing my knee high stockings down the toilet in the ladies room...
(I secretly fear having the Bishop strip me of my temple attending privileges!)
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