When I grow up, I want to have 4 teaching assistants who will answer all questions regarding what I do for me. I don't want a pony. But I'd like Sister Claire's new office to have more food. Or perhaps just less healthy food. Though the snacks did remind me that I need to buy grapes. For that, I am thankful. Also, last Saturday, I went to a volunteer appreciation BBQ. There were the usual Common Good Bo' alums, retirees, park rangers, and community garden types. And then there was the band. Greasy, scrawny college kids with open shirts who shrieked into the microphone for their 30-minute set. I'm not saying that I don't appreciate a good head bang with some 19 year old boys, but it'd been a long, hot day of bulb planting and we were just trying to eat our burgers and paint our pumpkins in peace. And we'd already been so confused by the whole morning. Like why there were almost no service projects for us to do, but a huge celebratory BBQ afterward and whose retirement plant did we all sign. The poor park ranger tried to use the raffle prizes to lure us into staying longer (they'd already succeeded with the food). It went something like this:
Us: Why is this boy screaming? Let's go.
Ranger: But what about the raffle? You could win a mint plant*.
Us: Ooh. I want mint. When is the raffle?
Ranger: After the first set.
Us: (thinking, 'Good God, there's more than one set? then again, our raffle odds were incredibly good) When is that going to be over?
Ranger: Five, ten minutes?
Us: (quick cost-benefit analysis) We're going to go. Enjoy the plants.
*The mint hype turned out to be a lie. They had strawberries, oregano, and chives. That also made it easier to leave the BBQ.
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