after months of pumping in many random places fearing that someone may walk in on me, the inevitable happened. friday night i was pumping at 10:30pm in my room at camp war eagle and i heard the door open. assuming it was james, i turned around with a big smile on my face to greet the visitor. only it wasn't james, it was runks, the youth minister c.u.m.c. flew in for the weekend. his room was right next door and apparently he mixed up our numbers. "ahhhoh eek wrong-ahh gawley sorry!" he spatted as he quickly exited. i cracked up for a solid 3 minutes after he left. what else can you do?
he did apologize to me in the chow hall the next day which might have been even more awkward. the only reason (i think) that he recognized me was because i was carrying around parker. "are you in room 4?" "yes." "oh good i have been looking for you all day, i'm so sorry...blah blah blah." thanks i guess.
i'm not sure if was more embarrasing to be walked in on by a christian preacher or by room service on our honeymoon. hopefully this annual trend will end soon.