I think this might be a bad thing.
Our church held a summer fun day event for the community on Saturday.
The coordinator placed me at a children's activity.
Alone.
Maybe not so good because boredom set in. Heat exhaustion, dehydration and boredom -- not a good mix.
Apparently I gained a reputation as "easy." I gave out two tickets (which could be turned in for amazing and exciting plastic trinkets that parents could later step upon, slice open a toe with, curse at and then toss said trinket into the trash) for each "basket" made by the child.
The rules had to be changed often because some of those children had great throwing arms and serious junk-lust. I ended up with a queue of kids most of the time. Repeats who'd try their luck at each readjustment of the rules and then whip around to the end of the line for another go at it.
Banter ensued. Sometimes a bit of a heckle from Carnie-Barker Kelly.
After about seven visits from one young man, and many humorous comments by the now totally punchy booth manager, he looked at me and said. "I want to dunk you."
Several booths down loomed the splash chair. One could toss a baseball at a target and a bucket of water dumped on the poor victim in the chair.
So, this kid wanted to dunk me.
Ha, ha.
Didn't sound so awful as I glanced out and watched the heat waves undulate off the pavement.
But I wouldn't make it too easy on him. I said. "I'm running the booth. You go find me a replacement then you can dunk me."
An evil grin spread across his face. "Who should I ask?"
I described one of the "floaters" and he sped off.
A few minutes later he returned. Disappointment rounded his shoulders. "He's running the Bingo game right now."
Just then another floater walked near.
to be continued....
