Here, John doubles over, pretending oh not so effectively that his laughing jag is a sudden tickle in delicate throat.
Matron: "What? What?"
John: "Benefit of doubt. I need more information."
Matron: "Okay, here are the job qualifications, from the email. Matronly call and John response."
John: "Benefit of doubt. I need more information."
Matron: "Okay, here are the job qualifications, from the email. Matronly call and John response."
- Sense of humor (John: check)
- Skilled construction labor (are you drunk at noon?)
- Ability to live, eat, sleep, work in cramped quarters with no privacy or control? (This will send you to an institution)
- Ability to entertain students during vast expanses of driving (Will you be allowed to read while entertaining?)
- Flexible and adaptable, able to suspend own needs (This means no computer, honey)
- Generally Sainted Demeanor while living in a tent and serving others (If there was no tent involved, maybe).
Matron: "OMIGOD. Driving in a bus with 200 students, living in a tent and eating (gasp) ham sandwiches while hammering nails and otherwise flirting with LABOR might not be ME!?"
John: "Darling, you can make the world better in a hundred different ways. Just not this one. Go organize something. Circulate that petition. Spearhead the campaign. But don't hop on a bus for eight days of communal living and hard labor. For everyone else's sake. Please."
Okay then.
THANK YOU FOR TALKING HER OUT OF THIS!
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7 comments:
Altruistic to your bones, you are. Better part of valor, you chose.
Brave to tell it---I'll say!
Once again, The Husband proves that he may know us better than we know ourselves. It is good to have that reality check so close by...
Oh, I almost wish he had stiffled the chuckle, nodded with a straight face that it was a brilliant idea! The stories we would have had!
Everyone needs a John in their lives. Thank Buddah you found yours. New Orleans survived Katrina, I am not sure it would survive that scenario.
And it NEVER would have occured to me to consider that gig myself. I barely tolerated girl scout camp or living in dorms in college.
You married well, Matron. He steers you in the right direction.
And I say this in love, going on day 2 with no shower thanks to the sewage debacle.
That's some stellar husband-ing right there! These things always sound like such a good idea, but lose their charm upon execution. :)
I completly understand. When we did the Avon walk, my sister and I stayed at a hotel. No tent or communal showers for us...we figured the money we raised and the blister on our feet were enough.
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