Showing posts with label fundraiser. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fundraiser. Show all posts

Thursday, May 27, 2021

Story 393: Canning for Building Character

 (In the mid-afternoon, the high school Italian Club members meet in an empty classroom)

Advisor: Right: we’re all set for our museum and theater trip next month, so this Saturday is when you start canning outside the supermarket to raise money for your cultural development – make sure you’re either there on time or switch shifts with someone before that day, OK?  (The students nod) OK, have a good rest-of-the-afternoon with whatever homework or sports or other time-fillers you have, ciaaaaooooo!  (The students gather their belongings and gradually leave)

Student: (To Advisor) Um, actually, I was wondering if I could skip this Saturday.  And all the Saturdays, for that matter.  (Advisor stares at Student) Standing around for hours asking total strangers for money they can’t spare really isn’t my thing, you know?

Advisor: (Stares some more) You’re the Club President!

Student: A political maneuver I’ve regretted ever since.

 THIS SATURDAY

(Student stands outside the supermarket entrance, information table on the side to lean on, and can in hand)

Student: (Watches shoppers going into and out of the store, does not make a move) Yeah, they’re busy.

Shopper 1: (Pushing a full shopping cart while exiting the store, sees Student, sighs, and takes out a wallet) All right, what is it this time, Trap and Release Feral Fish?

Student: Italian Club.

Shopper: (Shoves a few bills into the can) Good luck gettin’ to Italy this way, kid.  (Leaves)

Student: (Stares down at the can) Ah, Italia….

Shopper 2: (Sees Student on the way into the store and stops) Listen, word of advice: you gotta get in people’s space with this thing, you know?  You gotta hustle, you gotta work for it, or else no one’s gonna give you squat!

Student: Huh?

Shopper 2: Shove that can in everyone’s face!  Demand that they give you money!  Don’t let them pass by without dropping at least $50 into the pot!  Follow them into the store!  Follow them to their car!  Don’t take “No” for an answer!  Make them fear your wrath if they don’t –

Shopper 3: (Pushing a shopping cart from the parking lot to the store entrance) Honey, what did I tell you about bothering strangers?  (Grabs the 8-year-old’s hand and continues to the store entrance; to Student) Sorry about that; we got a talker here.

Student: No worries.

(A store employee exits the building for a cigarette break)

Employee: (Glances at the information table and can) That’s rough.  I used to have do that for Scouts.  How I loathed it.

Student: You usually get a lot of donations when you did this?

Employee: (Shrugs while blowing smoke away from the table and store entrance) Depended on the day, the time, the crowds.  After a few rounds of standing here for eons, bored out of my gourd, one day I just stuck 20 singles in the can and spent the hour reading in the magazine aisle.  (Thinks for a bit) That might’ve been how I got hired here.

Shopper 4: (Walking to the store from the parking lot; to Student) Excuse me?

Student: (Holds out the can) Hi, yeah, wanna donate to enrich young adults’ minds?

Shopper 4: Actually, I was wondering if you could break a hundred?  (Waves a $100 bill)

Student: …I’m not allowed to open this.

Shopper 4: That’s OK, I’ll do it!  (Reaches for the can)

Employee: That better not be another fake hundred you’re trying to pass off here – we have your picture on the bulletin board.

Shopper 4: (Freezes) Well, to tell the truth – (Runs back to the parking lot)

Employee: (Tosses the cigarette into a receptacle; to Student) That one’s a regular nuisance – let the manager know if something like that happens again, m’kay?

Student: Sure, thanks.

Employee: No problem.  Good luck with this – (Nods at the table and can) I’ve gotta get back to the wonderful world of fondled produce.  (Re-enters the store)

Student: (Stares after Employee, then back at the table) Did I just see my future?

Shopper 5: (Pushes a shopping cart into the store without looking at Student) Don’t talk to me.

Student: (After Shopper 5 enters the store) Kind of wish they were all like that.

(Advisor drives up to the sidewalk and leans out the car window)

Advisor: Buon giorno!  Come stai?

Student: Eh.  (Shakes the nearly empty can) Not many takers.  Are you here to relieve me?

Advisor: What?  I’m just checking in – you’ve only been here for 10 minutes!

Student: Long enough to show this enterprise is a failure, don’t you think?

Advisor: Nice try: you’re staying here for your entire shift, and not a second earlier!  (Drives away)

Student: (Looks down at the can, then at the various shoppers entering and exiting the supermarket) I suppose this is a good character-building exercise – too bad it’s wasted on my apathy.

Thursday, December 6, 2018

Story 266: Corralling the Cub Scouts


            (In a restaurant, there is a gathering of servers)
            Leader: All right gang, eyes on me.  (Several in the group wander off) I said “Eyes on me!”  (They snap to) Now: we have quite a pancake breakfast crowd this morning and they’re all here to donate to a good cause, so we absolutely need to be at the top of our game today.  That means no lollygagging when seating people, no tomfoolery when getting their orders, and no dilly-dallying when clearing their tables.  You with me, people?!  (Blank stares, and one starts to cry)  I am surrounded by amateurs.
            Scoutmaster: (Briskly walks towards the group) Listen up, Tigers, Wolves, Bears, Webelos, and whatnots, it’s showtime!  Remember what we talked about at our last meeting, and go out there and take care of your guests!
            Leader: I’ve just now been giving them a firm but fair pep talk, sir!
            Scoutmaster: That’s great – why don’t you go with your mother and start seating people?
            Leader: Aye-aye!
           (The guests arrive at all sorts of staggered times, even though the event notice clearly stated “8:00 a.m.”)
            Leader: (To a table of two) Are you ready to order?
            Guest 1: Oh yes, I would like the T-bone steak please, heh-heh.
           Leader: I’m sorry, but they only have the pancakes and sides listed on the voucher.
            Guest 1: Oh shucks, heh-heh, guess I’ll have those and a coffee.
            Leader: (To Guest 2) Are you ready to order?
           Guest 2: If there’s only one item on the menu, we don’t really need to order.  (Leader blinks) I’ll have the same.
            Guest 1: Ooh!  Could I also have some milk?
            Leader: Let me check for you.  (Surreptitiously places a “Difficult” sticker on the edge of the table)
            (Later on)
           Leader: (To another Cub Scout) Stop banging those mugs together, they’ll break!  (To another) Did you seat those people hovering around the door yet?
            Cub Scout 1: Uh.....
            Leader: Never mind!  I’ll do it!  (On the way to the front of the restaurant, grabs another Cub Scout’s tie) You!  Have you been clearing tables as people finish?
            Cub Scout 2: Uh….
           Leader: Because there are one-two-three-four-all the tables as far the eye can see filled with empty plates and empty glasses!  Now get a move on!  (Releases the tie and approaches the family standing by the front door) Hello – three?
            Guest 3: Yes, please.
            Leader: Follow me, please.  (Leads them to an empty booth) Please have a seat.
            Guest 4: He’s so cute!  What is he, 8 going on 40?
            Leader: (After they are settled) Are you ready to order now?
            Guest 5: Why yes, I’d like a mimosa.  (The three chuckle)
         Leader: Sorry, we are not serving alcohol at this event – just orange juice, coffee, and apparently milk on request.
            Guest 3: We’ll all have orange juice, please
          Guest 4: Yes, and pancakes too, if it’s not too much trouble.  (Winks exaggeratedly)
            Leader: It’s not – pancakes are the only item on the menu anyway.  (Hustles out the orders to them with several assistants) Here you go!  Anything else?
            Guest 5: Just the check, please.  (The three chuckle again)
          Leader: You actually already paid; may I have the vouchers?  (The three hand them over) Thank you – have a great day! 
Guest 4: He’s so cute!
(Leader conducts a sweep of the area and spins in a circle seeing the dirty place settings all over several tables)
Leader: What is this madness?!
        Assistant Cubmaster: Honey, why don’t you sit down for a few minutes and have some breakfast?
            Leader: But Mom, I am the only one supervising 20 tables and they’re all covered in absolute filth!  I can’t work under these conditions, I just can’t!
            Scoutmaster: Hey everyone, Santa Claus is here!
            Leader: The man himself!  (Joins the rush to see The Right Jolly Old Elf)
            (After the initial scrum has subsided)
           Leader: Oh no, I’ve completely lost track of my tables!  (Runs to each) Do you need to order?!  Do you need to order?!  Do you need to – ?!
            Guest 6: We’re actually the pre-lunch crowd, kid; I think your event’s wrapping up.
          Leader: What?!  Our guests left without completing the surveys I gave them to rate their experience?!
            Guest 6: I see management in your future.