Last week I had some more interchanges with "my new best friend" (or "Sr. BFF") as I have dubbed the assistant scheduler who seems to want my friendship so badly. I ran into her in the dressing room just after I arrived at the temple, and greeted her.
"I told my daughter about you," she said. (I am getting used to the unusual way she has of starting conversations.) Before I could respond, she continued.
"I told her about you and how young you are, too young to be my friend. She thinks I am being silly and that we can be friends."
She paused and I jumped in.
"I agree with your daughter. Age is not a barrier, and we certainly can be friends."
She chattered on a bit more on the topic and how much she liked me, and then we both had to hustle on to our assignments.
Our paths crossed briefly a couple of times the rest of the evening, the last as I was dressed and preparing to leave the temple. Sr. Jacobson, the shift supervisor and scheduler, was in the dressing room and asked me about serving in initiatory and how that was going. Before I could answer, my new best friend, standing nearby, piped up.
"Oh, she knows it. She doesn't need a card any more. She knows it; she's ready."
Alarmed because I do not have all parts memorized and yet she was speaking for me, I turned to her and chided as kindly as I could (attempting to soften my reply with humor), "Now Sr. BFF, how do you know that? You're not in my head with me!" and turning back to Sr. Jacobson, said, "I have only partially memorized the ordinance."
As I spoke, Sr. BFF was cracking up (and Sr. Jacobson had a smile on her face - no doubt she is aware of Sr. BFF's unusual social skills). She asked some more questions about my knowledge of the initiatory ordinances and where I was in my learning, and then asked if it would be okay for me to spend some time as a patron in order to learn the ordinances better. I agreed that it would (with no further interference from Sr. BFF.)
In the meantime, Sr. BFF was still smiling and said to Sr. Jacobson, "I just love her," as I exited the dressing room.
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