Camm got asked to speak at this really hoity-toity schmoozy-woozy dinner thing where all of the donors of our college were invited to attend. He was the only student who had to speak so I was pretty proud of my stellar hub (and he did a great job).
Anyway, we got all ready for the night and were looking pretty sharp.
We found our name-cards at table 2:
|In case they're too small to read, it says: Camm, Me, Mrs. Covey, Stephen R. Covey, some associate dean guy from our college, and his wife. That meant I was sitting RIGHT by Stephen R. Covey's wife)|
Then I looked at his wife. Apparently she didn't think he could do whatever he wants. If looks could kill, I would have witnessed the death of Stephen R. Covey right then and there. She glared at him with a look of death as if to say, "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT YOU HAVE TO USE A FORK IN PUBLIC?!"
He seemed to ignore the look, but glanced me a smirk as if to say "Well, apparently at least one more time":
And that was it. My 15 second of fame: characterized by an inside joke with a famous guy. Do you think it counts?