02 February 2010

In which I find my people

I covered an awards luncheon today. I introduced myself to the people at the table beforehand so they knew a spy was in their midst.

Here's how it went down: first there was a speech.

Then there were awards.

Then there were thanks. Lots and lots and lots of thanks.

Then a representative of a local politician gave the awardees certificates.

Then another representative of a local politician gave the awardees certificates.

Then another representative of a local politician gave the awardees certificates.

The priest at the table with me, with whom I had swapped jokes earlier, turned to the rest of us and stage-whispered "HOW LONG CAN THIS GO ON?" with this great dumbfounded look on his face. Rolled his eyes.

Then another representative of a local politician gave the awardees certificates.

The priest did a dramatic throwing-up-of-hands.

Trying to control myself, I snorted. Out loud.

Tried not to laugh. Shook with laughter.

The priest caught on to my mirth. Enjoyed my discomfort. His mouth twitched up at the corners.

I wiped my eyes.

I am totally gonna sit with him next year.

4 comments:

flutter said...

ha!!

Suzanne said...

I love fun priests!

Scientific Lutheran said...

I know a Pastor, he is at times the most irreverent man I know. Funny as crap, huge ego, very devoted Pastor.

Miss you Suebob (!!!!I typed Sueboob!)

Isabella Golightly said...

Surely you have to have a sense of humour to be a priest? All that belief in the supernatural, ghosts, angels, an omniscient being; a sense of humour must surely be a pre-requisite!

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