I'm writing this blog post at 6:30 a.m. on my smartphone with one hand and a bottle to feed my 6-month-old son in the other. I've always thought that posts had to be typed, but maybe they can be texted. I'll have to hurry to finish texting before he's done as I haven't had much luck saving work midway on my phone and getting back to it again.
Jeff Foxworthy's Red Neck jokes inspired this post.
If you ask strangers for the #boxtop off the label of their used Avery notebooks, you might be a #boxtop coordinator.
This experience actually happened to me while sitting in a meeting. I was seated across from a man who had organized his agendas in an Avery notebook. He had left the purchasing label and its box top on the spine. After the meeting was over, I approached him, asked if I could have the label for its boxtop and then explained that I was my daughter's school's boxtop coordinator. At first he was confused, then just surprisingly dumbfounded that a man would be doing such a thing. Perhaps a woman wouldn't have gotten the same puzzled response?
What would you have done in that situation? What's your most awkward boxtop request moment?
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