... they do a lot of yucky stuff so we don't have to. Like go to wakes of people they don't know, and pancake breakfasts, Rotary luncheons and spaghetti dinners.
A local pol friend of mine e-mailed me one evening this week after he and his wife had endured a four-hour-long Chamber of Commerce dinner.
Can you even imagine?
To pass the time, my pal kept track of to whom speakers attributed their quotations. Here's how it broke down:
Someone (3x)
Mother Theresa (2x)
Webster's
"Webster's Thesaurus"
Vince Lombardi
Ike
Helen Keller
"An old proverb"
"I had a hunger, a thirst, a craving, a need, for Sophocles, Emily Dickinson, Shakespeare, John Donne," my man wrote. "But I was with the wrong crowd, wasn't I?"
Better you than me, old pal. Better you than me.
Comments (2)
A pol poet? I believe a Chester White just flew past my window.
Posted by Jane Greer | November 9, 2007 8:38 AM
Posted on November 9, 2007 08:38
My husband and I had our first date at one of these functions. It was for my dad's company and it went on and on and this one speaker was so monotone that he may have been dead and propped up. Anyways, Craig and I took one look at each other and couldn't stop laughing. It was bad, the kind of laughing where you're trying to think of anything (nuns, wet noodles, snails) to keep you from laughing, but nothing works. We had to leave and my family was horrified. I knew right then that we'd get married. And one year later we did.
In my mind, this kind of entertainment is the only thing these functions are good for.
Posted by Eileen | November 9, 2007 11:15 AM
Posted on November 9, 2007 11:15