Church Craziness

Quite the dramatic Sacrament Meeting on Sunday...
I got to church a little later than normal... (all my roomates left earlier and I had to get some last minute stuff taken care of) but still about 10 minutes early; and went to the chapel to see how the sacrament was coming. Casey (my roomate) was preparing the sacrament all by himself so I decided to give him a hand (out of the goodness of my heart of course). We finished, but there was one little problem that we had not foreseen... because of the long break, noone was asked to bring the bread! With 5 mintues until the meeting started we had quite the problem... walked over and talked to the bishopric and we conferenced about the problem we now faced.
We decided that the most prudent avenue to persue was sending the second counselor to go get the bread while the bishop pressed forward with the meeting (in hopes that he would be back in time). Well we felt confident that he would be back in plenty of time to have sacrament meeting run smoothly.
As the minutes passed, the pressure built (for me at least) as I waited for the bread to turn up, sitting up there with the whole ward oblivious to our predicament. The Bishop got up and announced the sacrament hymn, and nothing had changed... still no bread. Casey and I looked at each other and decided that we could finally sing the sacrament hymn; so as the first strains of the hymn permeated the chapel we remained in our seats and sang with the rest of the congregation.
By the time the second verse started, people in the congregation had begun to notice that we were not performing the normal priesthood duties associated with the sacrament; then the confused looks started... I leaned over and whispered to Casey that the whole ward was looking at us funny for just sitting there, we both chuckled and went back to singing.
As the third verse began, the side door to the chapel open and calmly walking in was the second counselor with the sacrament bread.
With reckless abandon we tore into the plastic packaging and began feverishly to break the bread, by the end of the third verse we were halfway finished, and then the fourth verse began and we were feeling pretty confident until tragedy struck! Seems that we were working at such a feverish pace that Casey accidentally dropped half a piece of bread on the ground!!! OH THE HORROR!!!! He quickly picked it up and took it to the trash while I finished up the last of his tray with a fresh piece of bread, the last strains of the hymn echoed through the sacred hall the last pieces of bread were placed on the tray and Casey and I sat down triumphant!
Never before has such drama and suspense been witnessed in a meeting such as that! I was once again a participant in history!!!