A Memory...
One afternoon, I received a phone call from my friend in the press office. He asked if I had a Facebook profile and if I regularly posted pictures. I thought it was an odd question and said, “Yes.” My friend then said, “Okay, I will call you right back.” I had no idea what was going on. But, flattered myself and thought that perhaps my work friend wanted to be my Facebook friend and was trying to track down my profile. No such luck.
About five minutes later, I received another phone call from the same friend. He asked if I had posted a picture of another press friend and myself wearing Tony’s WWF Championship Belt.
Side note: Apparently, the WWF (World Wrestling Federation, for those of you, i.e. my Grandmothers, who may not know this acronym) once heard Tony say that he thought the WWF Championship belts were, “cool.” So, what did the WWF do? They sent Tony a real, honest to goodness WWF Championship belt with his name inscribed on the front. (Some say tacky, I say, neato!) The WWF then heard that Tony’s assistant was a little jealous when the belt arrived and secretly wanted one of his own. I guess the WWF thought, why not? And dropped another WWF belt in the mail for said assistant.
When these real, honest to goodness, WWF Championship belts arrived, what did Tony’s staff (and I) do with them? Why, we wore them around the office, of course!
It was a little after eight o'clock on a Friday night. Everyone was exhausted from a long day, so my friend and I thought we would give our office buddies a little pick-me-up with an impromptu visit. We each put on a WWF belt and casually walked from office to office.
Our co-workers thought we were stopping by their offices for business as usual. We just walked in, smiled and said, “If anyone messes with you, just send them our way and we’ll take care of ‘em. We got your back. Keep up the good work!” (Or, something to that effect, you get the general idea. We thought we were pretty darn funny.)
Now back to my original story regarding Facebook, Tony and the phone call. My friend said, “Okay, well, about those photos – Tony is going to want to talk to you about that. Can you please come upstairs?” I was shaking! Tony Snow wanted to talk to me?!?! Did I even put that picture on Facebook? What is gong to happen?
If you know me well, you know that I DO NOT like being in trouble, or even causing trouble for that matter. When I was in seventh grade I was called into the principle’s office and was so nervous! I kept thinking, what did I do? When the principle told me the reason he wanted to talk to me was to tell me I was student of the month, I literally cried out of relief!
I sat in my office for a few minutes and eventually mustered the courage to walk upstairs for our “talk.” I walked into the press office and my friend, who started this whole thing with a phone call, said that Tony was just finishing up his lunch and would be with me in a minute.
I just stood there, not saying a word. I think the guys all started to feel really bad for me because I was so solemn and not my usual chipper self. Tony’s office door was open and I heard him say, “Is she here?”
I must have looked like I was on the verge of a major emotional breakdown. At this point, all the guys really started feeling bad and all of them, including Tony, began to laugh. I had NO idea what was going on. They looked at me and while laughing, said the entire thing was a joke and that they couldn't go through with it because I looked so worried/anxious/shell shocked/nervous/edgy. (Take your pick!)
What?!?! A joke? Are you kidding me? But, that was Tony Snow...always up for a laugh. His fun loving personality and spirit for life will be missed.
The photo that started the whole thing.
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