Shortly after it was announced that Salt Lake City would be hosting the Olympics in 2002, my friend Randal said that we should go together to watch some event. I mentioned that I wouldn't be sixteen yet. Randal, thinking that I was saying I couldn't drive, said he would be sixteen and would drive us. I pointed out again that I wouldn't be sixteen yet. Randal then caught on to what my concern was and said that it wouldn't be a date. I said that it would look like a date, and other people would probably consider it a date.

The topic never came up again, and he moved to St. George before 2002. So we didn't end up going.