Bring me Dave Bringle!

For some reason, I was reminded tonight of the time Lisa Bevere came as a special guest speaker at my church, which meant that her team of media people came up to the video room to run video.

Our media director at the time, Dave Bringle, left me in charge of giving them whatever help they needed, which wasn’t much… they were an intense and focused group of young women who quickly set me off to one side while they expertly and confidently took the reins.

Things went fine until…

“I can’t get the slides to show on the main screen,” one of them complained, then barked over her shoulder, “Get me Dave Bringle.”

I came over and pointed to a slider on the video mixer. “Oh, you’re almost there, just flip that little—”

The young woman wasn’t having any of that. She whirled around and grasped me by both shoulders. “No. Dave Bringle. Bring me Dave Bringle.”

“Okay,” I obediently replied, and went off to do just that.

Now, I could have asserted myself and had everything up in a few short seconds, but I’m a wimp, plus she had irritated me to the point that I chose to disrespect her by doing exactly what she commanded.

I am not necessarily proud of this.

And so I went through our extremely large church building, hunting in all of the most likely places for Dave to be. Thus they cooled their heels while the audience waited for the program to start.

Eventually I found him, and sent him up to the video room to make his appearance, but I didn’t follow him up. I’d had enough.

I’m sure he did his usual bang up job once he did arrive.

Much later I found out Dave had bailed on me precisely because he (correctly) believed this group of ladies was going to be a handful and figured I’d be far more mature in my dealings with them than he might.

Well, maybe.