Oops Part II.

Since we all enjoyed a laugh at my expense yesterday, I have one more to share.

In the 1980’s I sang and played bass guitar in a group called The Epworth Quartet. We had a bus and matching suits and everything.

One night we were playing at a church in Maryland. We had gotten there early, set up our equipment, and gone back out to the bus to change our clothes.

My friend Rick, who sang tenor, and I decided to go into the church and as we walked in, we stood against the back wall of the sanctuary on the right hand side.

The church was filling up nicely, and we were talking when we both noticed a former pastor of ours sitting on the back row…directly in front of us.

“That’s Reverend Huffman”, Rick said.

I recognized him too, especially his distinctive bald head. I used to tease him about being bald, and it was a running joke between us.

So, not missing the opportunity for a good laugh, I took a step forward and silently rubbed the top of Pastor Huffman’s bald head.

He didn’t react. Didn’t turn around, didn’t laugh, nothing.

So I went back in for a second round. I gave his head a big ol’ rub, like I was polishing the mirrors on my car.

This time he turned around.

And it wasn’t Reverend Huffman.

I had never seen this man before in my life.

Rick looked at me with big eyes and the world slowed down to a crawl. I think I stopped breathing.

“Hey Bill! Looking forward to hearing you guys sing tonight!”, said my new bald friend.

I laughed and pretended to know him and we never mentioned the weird head rub.

We sang for over an hour that night, and Rick and I both avoided eye contact with that section of the audience the entire concert. And I never teased the real Rev Huffman again.