ctually, physical, thumbs. Thing is, I volunteered for this location, this position, this status, if you will. As part of the Chorus' annual outing events, we sing the National Anthem for the Harrisburg Kennel Club's All Breed Dog Show on Sunday, and then assist the judges with keeping themselves hydrated and well-fed. I guess it assists the participants, as well. Mostly the human ones, if I were to beg a guess, as a well watered and well nourished judge is ever so important as it translates to their ability to focus on the particular quality, or lack thereof, of any given breed paraded in front of them for a significant portion of their day. Glad we can be of service - perhaps the participants should then donate to us, as well.
Ah, but I digress...
My role in assisting today is relegated to womaning one of the entrance tables, laid out in such a manner as to actually almost corral attendees directly in front of me. I say almost, as the tables have been placed in an L formation, with two long tables, approximately 10 feet from, and parallel to, the bank of 9 entrance doors, and a third table perpendicular to said bank, without benefit of the third table actually touching the bank of doors, which would have effectively blocked 'excuse me, you haven't paid yet' egress. However, at the rate attendees are arriving, one approximately every 20 minutes, I don't really see this as a crowd control issue. So far, no one has attempted to breach the barricade, or even given a slight shift and dart of the eyeballs to indicate they might be considering such a revolutionary move. I might even consider giving a steep discount to someone who did attempt such a brave and daring move, just to show my appreciation of their incredible, if misguided, chutzpah.
Now, here, I feel the need to express that the Harrisburg Kennel Club's All Breed Dog Show is, in and of itself, an exciting event. It is well planned, and well executed. Many things are happening at once at the event, and for any dog fancier, it is a day, or weekend, well spent. This particular entrance, at which I am stationed for this otherwise exciting event, is not the epicenter of said excitation, and is the focus of what is becoming this tome.
Ok, digression duly noted. (Anyone who knows me, at this point, is actually well prepared to experience many attention derailings, perpetrated by me and for me, so just come along and join us for the ride.)
I am wishing I were a writer, because, if I were (damn, you, Fiddler on the Roof, not now! ...biddy, biddy, bum) I would be utilizing this amazing breadth of down time to hone my skill, jot things down, memorialize in pen and ink my very thoughts and experiences, story tell, perhaps, oh, hell, maybe even flat out lie, if I thought anyone would read it.
Sadly, though, I am no such official, or even unofficial, purveyor of scribed linguistics. Instead, I ramble on and one, about, well, nothing really. My thoughts, well, yes, they have been duly noted. My experiences? I guess one could consider this 'I'm bored out of my gourd' but quite necessary gig, to be an experience. And, you dear reader, are kind enough to humor me with your receptive, and, hopefully, comprehensive language skills. Perhaps I am a writer, after all. Frightening thought, eh?
Ah, but I digress...
My role in assisting today is relegated to womaning one of the entrance tables, laid out in such a manner as to actually almost corral attendees directly in front of me. I say almost, as the tables have been placed in an L formation, with two long tables, approximately 10 feet from, and parallel to, the bank of 9 entrance doors, and a third table perpendicular to said bank, without benefit of the third table actually touching the bank of doors, which would have effectively blocked 'excuse me, you haven't paid yet' egress. However, at the rate attendees are arriving, one approximately every 20 minutes, I don't really see this as a crowd control issue. So far, no one has attempted to breach the barricade, or even given a slight shift and dart of the eyeballs to indicate they might be considering such a revolutionary move. I might even consider giving a steep discount to someone who did attempt such a brave and daring move, just to show my appreciation of their incredible, if misguided, chutzpah.
Now, here, I feel the need to express that the Harrisburg Kennel Club's All Breed Dog Show is, in and of itself, an exciting event. It is well planned, and well executed. Many things are happening at once at the event, and for any dog fancier, it is a day, or weekend, well spent. This particular entrance, at which I am stationed for this otherwise exciting event, is not the epicenter of said excitation, and is the focus of what is becoming this tome.
Ok, digression duly noted. (Anyone who knows me, at this point, is actually well prepared to experience many attention derailings, perpetrated by me and for me, so just come along and join us for the ride.)
I am wishing I were a writer, because, if I were (damn, you, Fiddler on the Roof, not now! ...biddy, biddy, bum) I would be utilizing this amazing breadth of down time to hone my skill, jot things down, memorialize in pen and ink my very thoughts and experiences, story tell, perhaps, oh, hell, maybe even flat out lie, if I thought anyone would read it.
Sadly, though, I am no such official, or even unofficial, purveyor of scribed linguistics. Instead, I ramble on and one, about, well, nothing really. My thoughts, well, yes, they have been duly noted. My experiences? I guess one could consider this 'I'm bored out of my gourd' but quite necessary gig, to be an experience. And, you dear reader, are kind enough to humor me with your receptive, and, hopefully, comprehensive language skills. Perhaps I am a writer, after all. Frightening thought, eh?
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