Long time, no write. I know. Bad RP...
Now that that's over...
Each year the organization I work for puts on a film event. We do it 4 nights out of the month and for those four nights I am at my hostess best. Greeting attendees, networking with other businesses and organizations, smiling my prettiest smile from 6-10pm. I actually do like this part of my job, it is fun and engaging and I don't really think of it as work. Hell, I am getting paid (theoretically) to play hostess and have fun. Not a bad evening in my mind. But I digress...
This event is free with a suggested donation to help cover the costs. Most people donate, however, this year there is a mystery afoot that involves a boat load of change. We have held 2 out of the 4 nights so far and each time I have noticed that among all the donations, there is over $30 of it...in change. Yep, Someone is tossing in enough coins to make my donation jar sound like Santa's sleigh. And I have to count each and every quarter, dime, nickle, and penny of it. Don't get me wrong, all donations are welcome, but why change? It is not as though the change were carelessly dropped in as an afterthought, there is always an exact whole dollar amount. Which leads me to believe that someone either has no clue how annoying it is to count $30 of change (not probable) or finds this to be very amusing (I can't blame them, I have the same twisted sense of humor that would find it hilarious to give a donation to a non-profit that requires some poor schmuck to count out all the change. Seriously, how funny is that, the organization has to be grateful for the donation but at the same time they are a little miffed that you didn't bother to go to the bank and get cash for all those coins.). That is some funny shit. At least to me. :-)
As the above paragraphs show, I have a quirky sense of humor (that's me, Ms. Quirky) and tend to see most things as humorous (or at the very least amusing) in some way and today's story is no different. Today as I walked back to the office from checking the PO Box, I was walking under the awning that covered half of the sidewalk because it was raining yet again and I had forgotten my umbrella (in case you haven't caught on, I live in a rainy area). Coming toward me, also walking under the cover of the awning were two men (well, perhaps that word doesn't quite suit them, but it will do for now). Instead of being chivalrous and stepping out into the rain to allow me to stay dry, they remained firm in their path, forcing me to swerve around them out into the rain (which by the way, based on driving practices of the states, I had preference since the awning was secured to my side of the sidewalk). As we passed each other, each of them had the gall to give me an approving once over (what woman wouldn't swoon to that kind of treatment) before attempting to hit on me. Ummmmm, wait, did I just miss something? Are you seriously trying to hit on the woman you just forced out into the rain so your dainty, delicate selves wouldn't have to get wet? Seriously? Here's a hint for the future, next time you want a girl to find you attractive, don't force her out into the rain. Take the chivalrous route. Trust me, it will turn out better for you.
