The Nebraska (Lutheran) District Educator’s conference is happening now, and I attended the Thursday afternoon sessions. ‘Yay!’ for not being at work for a little bit! ‘Booooooo’ for my truck having some serious hysterics on the way into Lincoln. I called Lloyd while I was on the road and said, “If I am not at the keynote, you drive out here and find me.” He called around for a shop where we could take it, we met there, and he drove me to the conference. (We’ll know what’s wrong with it tomorrow.)
We came in a little late for the keynote (by none other than Mark Rockenbach, an old college friend who did a great job), so we sat in the back.
I discovered something about Lloyd: Not only is he a Movie Talker, he is a Conference Talker – the lowest form of humanity in my opinion. We had a good argument about it in the car, as he thinks that he is well within his rights since we sat in the back. We’ve decided to hash it out here.
Lauren (Point): People who talk during conferences should be shot in the head. It is insanely rude and they always think they are talking quietly enough that no one notices. Guess what? People do notice, and I am always sitting by the talkers and get grouped into the offended party’s disapproving glances. I desperately want to mouth, “I’m not talking! I’m not a Conference Talker! Do you have a gun?”
Your counterpoint, sir?
Lloyd (Counterpoint): Shhhhhh… I’m watching the Cardinals now.
Lauren: I win.