During lunch today I heard about a partially giddy-inducing conversation that took place.
On Saturday, while volunteering at Strutt Your Mutt, at some point I hugged a friend of mine, one of the volunteer coordinators. Later she was asked by a friend of hers, "Who was that kid?", to which she replied, "Who?". "That kid who hugged you. How long have you known him?", "Oh, years. He's been volunteering for years.", and, on to the kicker, "Isn't there an age limit for volunteering? Isn't he like 15 or something, at most?"
Great. I'm starting to pass as an acne-ridden, awkward, goofy adolescent guy.
On Saturday, while volunteering at Strutt Your Mutt, at some point I hugged a friend of mine, one of the volunteer coordinators. Later she was asked by a friend of hers, "Who was that kid?", to which she replied, "Who?". "That kid who hugged you. How long have you known him?", "Oh, years. He's been volunteering for years.", and, on to the kicker, "Isn't there an age limit for volunteering? Isn't he like 15 or something, at most?"
Great. I'm starting to pass as an acne-ridden, awkward, goofy adolescent guy.
funny. in an odd way right?
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