I was at a Cub Scout pack meeting for Youngest last night. I brought a few of the big books to make into sets of 54 little booklets. Having experienced pack meetings with Eldest years ago, I knew I could plow through the books in no time. Why waste time at home which could otherwise be spent
A friend was there and she offered to do some of the tearing and folding. I was happy to have her help. Another woman, a stranger to me and a near-stranger to my friend, also offered to help. I wasn't particularly keen on it, but what could I say, really? "I'm sorry, you look too stupid to handle this mindless task." Probably not a good idea. And definitely not in keeping with the whole Scout crap-trap I’m supposed to be modeling for young boys.
This woman hails from Brazil. I mention it only to note that she is definitely fluent in English in addition to her native Portuguese. I am barely proficient in English – although my husband would note that I’m even less proficient in the true English – so I laud her ability to immerse herself in another land speaking a language other than her native one.
Fluency in English, however, was not required for this task. Tear the edges of the pages, fold two consecutive pages in half, creating an eight-page booklet. I shall note that each page of the booklet was clearly numbered 1 through 8. Simple, yes?
Dumb-ass woman so totally effed-up the one book I gave her that I had to spend quadruple the amount of time to try to match up the pages with each book. We really wouldn’t want pages 1, 2, 7 and 8 of “Ron on the Run” to mix with pages 3, 4, 5 and 6 of “The Whiz,” now, would we? Would we? Sim? Nao! Yes? No!