About two weeks ago the company I work for had a Bowl-A-Thon to raise funds to “Strike out Homelessness”. Yes, I know it’s pretty corny but that’s not what I’m here to talk about. What I am here to talk about is this: for that event we made several hundred t-shirts to commemorate the day. After the event was over we still had several hundred shirts left over, which we plan to use for next year. However, those shirts were not folded in any way, shape, or form. So, today, I decided to tackle the job of folding them.
“Do you want to come to MY house and fold MY laundry?”
“What are you doing with those shirts?”
“Brian, I think you missed your calling.”
“Are you going to leave us for retail?”
“Have you worked for the GAP?”
Now, I think I have a pretty good sense of humor and I’ve played along with each comment thus far, but am I a bad person if I just want to turn up my ipod and tune them all out? I guess if I had done that you wouldn’t have the pleasure of reading this post. Oh, the sacrifices I make.