Man-handled

I forgot to mention this last week. In my attempts to avoid the crazy guy at the U of U institute class I was lured to the North Salt Lake Institute class 3 blocks away from my house.

I got there a little after 7 but the class doesn't start until 7:30 - what class ever starts then? - and I sit down in a pew and read over the syllabus a dozen times. As people start filtering in I notice it's almost all girls. Total there are about 60-70 girls and the 15 guys that end up there are almost all spoken for. Anyway, so I'm sitting there waiting for class to start and down in the first two rows the teachers are talking. One gets up and starts sauntering down the aisle. It's a pretty thick and broad-shouldered woman.

It's Sheri Dew! Holy crap... and she's coming right at me. She scans the room and says, "hey guys, how are you doing" and as she passes me, she looks me in the eye. I smile. Then she gives me two hard smacks on the shoulder as she walks by.

I say smack because it wasn't a love tap, it wasn't even a pat. I mean, she jolted me in my seat. *whack* *whack* The sound resonated in the chapel. And that's how I was assaulted at my second institute class in Utah. What is with these people?