Chanson, I'm a sucker for talking about myself, and it's not really a great story. But I do pride myself on the fact that I was, indeed, talked about in a negative way in Bishopric meeting.
A tiny bit of background:
We moved from Raleigh to Orem in 2002, with the intent of Eric going to school. We lived in the basement (huge, btw) of my mom's condo, and so we attended her ward. It is, I believe, the oldest ward in Orem, in history and median age. Anyhow, we were "lucky" to have an ex-BYU football player (from the early 90's) as our bishop. You probably heard his story (though I have no desire to name him): he gave up his NFL contract because he refused to play on Sundays.
This bishop made it his personal goal to perfect all his saints.
When we moved to Orem we became complacent in our activity. The only reason I would walk the 20 feet to our chapel was because I got called to be RS teacher. It was a nice break after teaching early-morning seminary in NC. But we liked sleeping in. We disliked dressing up. We liked going to Sconecutter on Sunday.
The less I went to church, the less I cared about what I wore. (I had already ditched the garmies by this time--they only lasted a year) There were some shorts that I'd kept around, mostly because they were comfy, albeit a tad short. I stopped teaching in RS, just because I wanted a damn break from a calling for a minute. See? I was destined to leave...
Someone in the ward, let's just speculate it being the RS president, saw me wearing and enjoying my lack of clothes during the hot Utah summer. She felt it her duty to report this to the bishop in her one-on-one meeting. I guess they were trying to figure out what calling I could have, and she made it a point to mention my un-garment-worthy attire. So then the bishop takes this dire information and announces it in Ward Counsel.
As Eric sat there listening to the bish, taking notes, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Knowing me better than most anyone, he knew that my shorts had nothing to do with my character. He felt that they could've simply said "La isn't available for a calling", but instead had to go into the why and how and the unworthiness. He came home and told me about the meeting, and right there, in my shock and upset, was my first glimpse of the church being a joke. I knew nothing of the church's sordid past. I just knew that I didn't want to be a part of that kind of organization.
The end. (told you, not really that neat... If only it were chastity issues!!!)