Yesterday after home teaching, I came up here to the lab where I work to prepare my FHE lesson and do some research on my genealogy (as mentioned in yesterday’s post). When I got close, I noticed that there was a BYU police car in front of the building (the JFSB). Having an overactive imagination, I pictured a drug bust going on downstairs, or perhaps the policeman was stopping a gang from stealing computers from the sociology lab on the second floor or something. Or, not quite as exciting, he was probably just on his beat, checking all the buildings. But didn’t they have security do that?
I entered the building. The lights were off in the lab, but as I was typing in the access code to get in, I noticed a man sitting at one of the computers inside. And as I opened the door, his uniform became visible. Yup, there was a policeman sitting in our lab at the TA computer, in the dark.
Luckily my weirded-out circuits were malfunctioning, so I said hi and pretended like it was all the most natural thing in the world.
“Are you having lessons tonight?” he asked as I walked past him into the employee area where my computer is and turned on the lights.
“No,” I said, “I’m just working on my genealogy,” and sat down at my computer.
He then asked if I’d heard about the new database Ancestry released last week, something to do with the census, and whether the Church’s efforts overlapped with Ancestry’s. Had a nice little chat about that. And after fifteen minutes or so he stood up and left with a “have a good one!”
The whole time I was thinking to myself, “Wow, I’ve got to blog about this.” :) Last summer I was here in the lab alone on a Saturday afternoon and President Hinckley showed up. No joke. But that’s a story for another time. :)
[tags]BYU, Gordon B. Hinckley[/tags]
