So after my day full of kitchy old women yesterday, here’s a good story about a crazy old man that volunteers with The Foundation.
We have a volunteer who serves on one of our committees who we’ll call Hal. Hal is probably 70 years old, stands about 6’2″, and is a LARGE man with white hair. Not fat, mind you, just big. He has had at least a couple of strokes, and you can tell by the way he slurs all his words. Not to mention he yells all the time. Needless to say, he’s a character.
So, I had to call Hal today to see if he was planning on attending our committee meeting tomorrow, and this is how the call went.
Hal: HELLO?
Me: Hi Hal, it’s Megan from The Foundation.
Hal: OH HI MEGAN! HOW ARE YOU?
Me: I’m doing pretty well. How about yourself?
Hal: WELL, I HAVEN’T HAD SEX IN THREE WEEKS, MEGAN, BUT OTHER THAN THAT I’M FUCKIN’ FINE.
Me: (Speechless)
After I composed myself a few minutes later, I finally asked him if he was planning on coming to the meeting, but I still giggled intermittently throughout the rest of the phone call. The worst part was when I had to ask if his wife (who’s also on our committee) would be attending even though he said he couldn’t make it.
