It is perhaps the most enduring ritual of a Provo YSA ward. Classes are settled in. Hefty callings are inflicted. Then comes the primping, the preening, the peacocking. After all, it is the weekly chance to see your fellow ward members trying to look their best. For years, BYU students have been turning Sundays into runways.

Reader, it is a doozy this semester.

This morning, one particularly bold member of the Elders Quorum turned up wearing only the tightest slacks Mr. Mac had to offer, a Chippendales collar, and a floral tie. “What are you talking about? This is what I wear every Sunday,” said Andy Chadwick, an accounting major. “Can you see my six pack? I smeared it with essential oils before the opening prayer.”

Not to be outshone, the Relief Society engaged in some light experimentation. Elyzuh Mae Smythe, an elementary education major, showed off her trademark little black dress and “natural” makeup. “Honestly, if I don’t end up with at least one fiancé before midterms, I’m going to stop coming to sacrament. Then they’ve got to give me a cute ministering brother, right?”

Bishop Mortenson, resplendent in an emerald green three piece suit, ruby red tie, and Italian shoes, commented that “The worst offenders usually pair up and ward hop, so I’m not terribly worried. Well, about their salvation I worry, but they’re less disruptive after the first few Sundays.” Sister Mortenson, who was hiding in the back row, refused to comment.

It appears that the Brethren have begun to frown upon the practice. “This is very strange and inappropriate,” said Elder David A. Bednar. “Chill out guys.”

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