Preconceptions

I had a meeting with someone yesterday about a project I am doing. We had only talked over e-mails, and I met him once at a luncheon. Since he's considerably smarter than I am, I needed his help. Initially, I didn't really think about whether or not he was a member of the church. When he canceled a meeting to go to "Bryce & Zion," I figured that he must be. I don't really know why. Maybe because he mentioned he has a wife and two children and looks like he's in his late twenties. Maybe because he went to Utah for spring break. I don't know. I have really good Mo'dar.

I was meeting him at his house, since he works from there. I drove around the neighborhood, looking for number 77. I spotted it, then went to the end of the street and turned around. I hadn't realized it, but the stake center was literally a three minute walk away. I knocked on the door and he answered, inviting me in. His house was warm and clean, and smelled like Pine-Sol. Playing on the hardwood floor was his son, Clay. Ironically playing with a variety of play-dough. His daughter Bryce was getting dressed in her room, but poked her head out to introduce herself. We sat down in the kitchen, in his "office" and we made small talk.

Me: "So I almost got lost up here! My husband and I actually used to go to the ward over here... is it still a student ward?"

Him: *blank stare* *smirk* "I actually wouldn't know." He blushed and smiled a little.

Me: "Oh...ah...yeah because I used to get lost up here a lot when we went to church." I said, taken slightly aback, and trying to make up something to change the subject

So, he wasn't a member. I immediately felt foolish. I looked around his house. Nothing. No Jesus, no Mormon paraphernalia, nothing. Just everything else a Mormon might have. Family pictures, decoration, etc... His daughter ran out in a skimpy tank top. I looked at his diploma, he was from Florida. I was totally wrong and made an ass of myself.

Moral of the story. Assumptions make and ass out of...well, you know.