I never knew I could have so much fun (and ENCHILADAS!) feeling the homeless! And feeding them was good, too.
This minister of the, uh, soup kitchen (who reminds me of Voldemort from the Harry Potter movie which I saw yesterday and by god is this a long parenthesis) welcomed me and sent me off to the head cook, who told me to make sandwiches for 3 hours, then to peel potatoes, de-vine-fy grapes, and cut out all of the rotten parts of old cantaloupes for re-use. Although it sounds like slavery, it was rather fun, and I'd rather get credit by doing community service with foodthtuffuth then getting credit by doing endless math assignments.
So when a giant bell was rattled back and forth and it was time to SLOP THE HOGS!, I--
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Homeless people are really nice. I exchanged smiles with most every one of them, and even though many of them had probably been here every day for a while, they showed gratitude to us volunteers. So I served dessert (pies, cakes galore) for a few hours. Mr. nice minister man gave me 8 hours of community service. Hooray!
Then I drove around looking for James and ended up playing some DDR alone. And I went home and ate pizza. And then... nothing much. And...
DAMMIT I'VE LOST THE ABILITY TO BLOG COHERENTLY
Posted by JeffreyAtW at June 01, 2002 05:00 PM | TrackBack