Sprinkled with flecks of black paint and sweat running down my neck and back, I drove east. My car was packed with Christmas boxes, tree stumps, hunny pots, baskets, a tool box, sound equipment, two garbage bags full of costumes and Eeyore’s tail.
When I arrived, Amy was standing on the loading dock waiting to help unload everything and move it to the fourth floor in the freight elevator. We unloaded it all except two very heavy things. We needed the manly men (like Miriam) to help with lift those things. We waited. Soon more volunteers arrived to help unload the cars, trucks and vans and carry it all to the freight elevator, ride up to the fourth floor and unpack, stack and put away all of the props from another successful YPC performance, A Winnie the Pooh Christmas Tail.
It’s challenging. It’s rewarding. It’s appreciated. It’s hard work, but somebody’s gotta do it. And next time it should be you.
When I arrived, Amy was standing on the loading dock waiting to help unload everything and move it to the fourth floor in the freight elevator. We unloaded it all except two very heavy things. We needed the manly men (like Miriam) to help with lift those things. We waited. Soon more volunteers arrived to help unload the cars, trucks and vans and carry it all to the freight elevator, ride up to the fourth floor and unpack, stack and put away all of the props from another successful YPC performance, A Winnie the Pooh Christmas Tail.
It’s challenging. It’s rewarding. It’s appreciated. It’s hard work, but somebody’s gotta do it. And next time it should be you.
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