Tonight Barb and I went to the first half of an Interlake football game where Max was in the marching band at half-time. We volunteered to pass out plumes to the band members just prior to them marching onto the field.
The weather was good this time. Last time it there was a light drizzle and they decided to do without the plumes. It was surprisingly intense as several dozen band members descended on us and we handed the plumes out so fast that we didn’t really get a chance to even look up at the band members. It was head down, looking into the box, grab a plume, shove it up towards the crowd, both hands working independently.
Something surprised both Barb and I. Nearly everyone said, “Thank you!” Because there were so many and the transfers were going so fast one “Thank you!” blurred into the next and even if we tried we could not have replied, “You’re welcome!” as rapidly as the thank yours were coming in. I think I got out about one “You’re welcome!” for every five incoming “Thank you!”.
Retrieving and boxing up the plumes at the end of half-time was similar. Very intense with lots of “thank you”’s.