I volunteered this morning at the foodbank. Was a little hungover, and kind of grouchy I suppose. They had me standing at a table putting mashed potato scoops into to-go tubs.
“Hey, I need a chair,” I told this chipper Christian in charge of the operation.
“Every chair is full out there in the dining room and there’s a line two blocks long to get in,” he said.
“Look, someone out there better get thankful I’m even here putting two full scoops of mashed potatos in a plastic box and get up off their ass and bring me their chair.”
I doubt I’m the first man to be kicked out of a soup kitchen, but I’m probably the first man from the other side of the line to be asked to leave. I can’t wait for Christmas.