Last year something very strange happened to me.
I was volunteering for the elementary school fair in the sand art room. And then I must have been drugged and passed out because a few days later, I found out that I been promoted from sand art minion to future co-chair of our school auction.
It’s all still very fuzzy. But I believe a close friend (let’s call her Ronica) remarked on my great leadership and cognitive skills in the sand art room. (It must have been because I suggested we put out more plastic snow cone key chains due to their overwhelming popularity.) And then Ronica gushed how these skills would be ideal for the role of auction co-chair.
At this point, my alarm bells were going off and I said I would absolutely mull it over which really meant, “I’m going home to watch my new favorite sitcom which will be canceled after one season and let’s never speak of this auction thing again.”
But then another mom approached me at a birthday party and actually said it was my civic responsibility to be auction co-chair and suddenly I was filled with patriotic pride and how could I let my school down and my country down and the President down and our troops down and if the military could kill Osama Bin Laden then I certainly could help plan an auction and well, I said, “yes.”
And that’s how I ended up as co-chair, sitting in a tennis skirt at my daughters’ school cafeteria for a PTO meeting in the hopes of convincing other patriotic parents to sign up for the auction committee.
There were a lot of other committees for parents to choose from so my co-chair and I decided to sweeten our offer, promising things like this on the sign up sheet….
A lot of parents signed up which means there is obviously a great suburban demand for hot strippers.