"A Day in the Life of a Not So Molly Mormon" 3

"A Day in the Life of a Not So Molly Mormon" Installment 3 I am not mean spirited. I just want to make sure you know that before you read this because if you didn't know that you might take me mocking all the people I came in contact with as wrong- however- I am not mean spirited so that should take care of any concern you may have. My Mom is the founder and Producer of a huge event in Nashville. It's a summer camp for children's choirs and kids who love to sing where they get to collaborate with celebrities and perform on the Grand Ole Opry House stage. They sing with various artists and an incredibly talented orchestra plays. Its actually kind of amazing and I am just proud to have her genetics running through me when I look at the ability she has to create something so top notch out of thin air. Anyway, at the end of this concert and after ten days of being away from home she wanted to make a trip to the Red Cross to make a contribution from proceeds of the concert to their organization. We used our trusty little GPS app, found the main building and decided it was closed to everyone but blood donors. She told me to park anyway and obediently, I obeyed. We walked into the main office and asked the lovely bearded lady at the desk if there was anyone that could accept a donation. She, without smiling, moving her head away from her computer screen or any other indication that she liked people, answered no. My mother, not one to give up so easily decided she would have to turn up the charm on her. "Well, we are on our way out of town after being here for ten days and we can't stay another few days for the main office to open. Can you possibly call someone and ask them the best way for us to proceed?" The gentle southern lilt of my mothers voice must have aroused the curiosity and suspicion of the security guard as he came over promptly, the top button of his pants seeming to quiver with the movement, threatening to blow at any moment. "Can I help you Ma'am?" He asked in the same tone you would curse someone out in. "Oh, yes! I am a producer of a concert that was at the Grand Old Opry House this week and wanted to make a donation to the Red Cross on the behalf of my organization." "Can't take it ma'am. You'll have to come back on Monday." "Well, we won't be here on Monday and it's not really something I'm comfortable mailing..." He glanced up at the window above front doors that led outside. "Ma'am. I'm looking straight at the office right now. The lights are out, there is no body up there that can take your contribution." My Mom looked up at the tall window, a look of confusion and bafflement on her face seeing a few cars and trucks go by, but no office, unless the department had relocated to heaven. It was then that I noticed the spiral staircase leading up to a second floor. The glare of the windows reflected off the front window which is what our super accommodating friend had been referring too. My Mom saw it too, only there were tons of people upstairs doing a CPR class next to a business office that had lots of lights on. Without asking for permission, she turned from the bearded lady and teewdle dum and proceeded to walk up the stairs, her wallet in hand. (I will note that I was helping. I stood in a very supportive way, smirking.) The chase was afoot. A spark of excitement lit in the security guards eyes. You could almost visibly see the wheels turning. He had several options of pursuit to choose from, but oh, which one? He could jump over the tall round counter and slide onto the tile floor knocking her legs out from underneath her. He could swing from the chandelier and land in front her her on the stairs... in the end he chose to stumble out of the spherical enclosure and shuffle across the floor in her direction before picking up speed and chasing her up the stairs at top pace. She was too fast though (her normal steady gait) she got to the top of the stair case and opened the door labeled "business office", being greeted by a pleasant brunette lady who said she would be happy to accept a donation. The employee called off the code red in the hallway, shook Mom's hand, accepted the donation and thanked her for coming by before sending us on our way. The security guard had mysteriously disappeared on our decent down the stairs as we waved goodbye to the bearded lady. Until Next Time, The Not So Molly Mormon