Those who take themselves too seriously are the greatest jesters of all.
RICHARD PAUL EVANS
NOT ALL OF MY EXPERIENCES at that time were spiritual. Some were just strange. Probably the most peculiar experience I had occurred in Atlanta. I had arrived for a live interview on Good Day Atlanta when I was told that my interview was not today but tomorrow. They apologized for the misunderstanding, but as I was still in town, it was not a problem and we rescheduled my appearance. The next day we returned to the studio.
As I was preparing to go on, the man connecting my microphone said, “Do you know why you were bumped yesterday?”
I said, “I was told that there was a scheduling mix-up.”
“No, you were bumped,” he said. He grinned wryly. “Do you want to know why?”
“I guess.”
“Some woman came on. She was Elvis’s pedicurist or something. She had Elvis’s toenails.”
“Elvis’s toenails?”
“They were in a little jar.”
“I was bumped for a jar of Elvis’s toenails?”
He switched on my microphone and smiled. “You sure were. Have a good show.”
