I love children, of course I do!
Kid's Night Out, n, a quite awesome fundraiser run through the athletic department, where children of Swarthmore, Media, and wherever are dropped off at the fieldhouse, we entertain them for 3 hours, and then are taken home. Considered a success when the biggest boo-boos only need band-aids, the kids eventually get tired, and we make over $1000. All of which happened tonight.
I ran the desk the whole night - which is kind of a cushy job; I just sit there and figure out who's here and who's left and make sure that they've all turned in their hold harmless forms. Responsible, blah blah blah, just what I'm known for.
And then the kids stole my phone. Ok, fine, I'm not on that stringent a calling plan; I don't really care if you call/text people. They call my Dad and yatter on about the chinese food he's ordered. Cool. He'll be amused (and he was.)
They then ask me if Alex is a boy. I, being an idiot, say yes. I then sit, rather frozen in shock/disbelief, as this 10-year-old boy flirts outrageously with Alex's (hopefully?) machine, asks him out, out to dinner, etc.
Let it be said that I don't really have a flirty girly voice. The fact that this 10-year-old boy does is mildly frightening.
And because I'm a coward/don't really want to explain this in speech, I ended up resorting to an apology text. Psh. See what this new plan has done to my decency. (The swimmer boys who were sitting at the desk with me found this whole incident quite amusing. They found it even more amusing once I got my phone back from the hooligan, declared the game DONE, and actually told them as much of the story as they needed to know... they did ask permission as to whether they were allowed to laugh, first. It was granted; I think I'm actually ok with this, and the awkward is not nearly as tangible as I thought it'd be.)
I ran the desk the whole night - which is kind of a cushy job; I just sit there and figure out who's here and who's left and make sure that they've all turned in their hold harmless forms. Responsible, blah blah blah, just what I'm known for.
And then the kids stole my phone. Ok, fine, I'm not on that stringent a calling plan; I don't really care if you call/text people. They call my Dad and yatter on about the chinese food he's ordered. Cool. He'll be amused (and he was.)
They then ask me if Alex is a boy. I, being an idiot, say yes. I then sit, rather frozen in shock/disbelief, as this 10-year-old boy flirts outrageously with Alex's (hopefully?) machine, asks him out, out to dinner, etc.
Let it be said that I don't really have a flirty girly voice. The fact that this 10-year-old boy does is mildly frightening.
And because I'm a coward/don't really want to explain this in speech, I ended up resorting to an apology text. Psh. See what this new plan has done to my decency. (The swimmer boys who were sitting at the desk with me found this whole incident quite amusing. They found it even more amusing once I got my phone back from the hooligan, declared the game DONE, and actually told them as much of the story as they needed to know... they did ask permission as to whether they were allowed to laugh, first. It was granted; I think I'm actually ok with this, and the awkward is not nearly as tangible as I thought it'd be.)