Tarzan's Folly

So last Sunday, Molly, me and Tarzan were a few minutes late to church. The opening song had just started. It was a farewell and so it was pretty packed. Molly and I looked to our "regular spot" and it was taken. Tarzan had to make a pit stop and so we went ahead and found seats in the front-center of the chapel. Well, Tarzan, with all of the grace of a monkey in a china store, went to our regular spot, climbed over (in front of) an elderly gentleman, plopped down, put his arm around a woman and squeezed her knee. He then looked into her face and saw that no, it wasn't me. Molly looks at me and says "what is dad doing?" Well, the horror on his face was priceless. Probably the horror on her face would have been twice that. Two rows of people saw what was going on and were pretty much hysterical through the opening prayer. And the question is, did he get up and move? Nope. Just texted the bishop and said "sorry I didn't know it was your wife."

Afterwards, I saw Diane (the bishop's wife) and said, ooh, now you know, no givesies backsies, right? He's yours!

An entertaining sabbath story I want to keep for posterity!