classic story a friend reminded me of yesterday…
my last church — lake avenue church, in pasadena, california — had a smallish underground parking garage with a gated entry. staff were issued ridiculously thick magnetic key cards, which, when held out your car window in front of a small flat panel just outside the gate, would open the gate.
i had a fairly-new-to-the-church-world youth ministry volunteer named mark; and once, mark and i were walking up to the church from somewhere and wanted to enter through the underground garage — but it was closed. as we were walking up, i realized for the first time that the small flat pannel that i waved my key card in front of was, when walking, right at hip level. i told mark (not thinking he would believe me) that we could get in, because the church was using new hi-tech butt scan technology, that they had a scan of my butt, and it would get us in. of course, he didn’t believe me and thought i was just being stupid. as we approached, i continued to weave the story: “we have quite a few professors from caltech in our congregation; and one of them has developed this new technology and asked the church to test it.” with that, i walked up to the flat panel and rubbed my butt against it (my key card was in my wallet, in the back pocket). the gate opened. mark stood with his jaw dropped, completely disoriented.
he believed the butt scan story for a few days, and kept talking to people about it (and was consistently met with ‘you are one strange dude’ stares).