There are certain events in life that bring out the good, pure, kind instincts in people. Unfortunately, potlucks are not one of those events. In the chaos that ensued at this evening's choir potluck, people were randomly lining up, randomly weaving in and out and around the food table, and randomly leaning against walls.
Two separate people complained to me about how no one was following the rules and that I should do something about it. I said, "I am. I'm waiting patiently." Those two separate people decided to cut in front of everyone else who was waiting. Brilliant!
Eventually all the choir was fed, wined (or beered), and desserted and the passive-agressive egos soothed. I mildly enjoy these annual potluck meetings, though each year I enjoy it less than the previous year. Perhaps it's because passive-agressive is only funny for so long. Perhaps it's because I'm tired of being expected to solve other people's problems. Perhaps it's because I wanted to chuck fried chicken at the foreheads of the people who complained and then cut in line. I really hate inconsistency and would prefer to fling poultry.
An Erinku:
Marfnahar
your passing
marked with
watery grave
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