The "Fun"draiser

Last night we worked a fundraiser for "People First of Henry County", a great cause with a great community response.  It was organized by my mother-in-law and she asked us to help. Her step-son, Ricky, is a huge supporter of the group which organizes socials and activities for special needs adults.

It turns out people are well, let's just say interesting. As I doled out noodles and dipped sauce, I was confounded, astounded and left shaking my head at some folks. Several individuals were recruited to bring in crock pots of sauce and some of those individuals would ONLY eat the sauce they brought.  While we were dipping from my crockpot one of those people came up... "I can only eat the sauce I brought" she said as she began to dip from my pot.  I said, "that one is the one I made". She then argued with me over the crockpots and came behind the serving line to show me.  I don't understand why, if it was such a big deal to her, she didn't just keep a bit out in a separate dish for herself. Makes sense doesn't it? Finally, she realized that the dish we were serving was not hers.


Then there was the woman whose sauce had to have sugar in it. I told her, "I'm sorry I don't know how everyone prepared the sauces". Some wanted meatless sauce, some wanted the bread far, far away from the sauce. Some wondered if all we had was spaghetti, as if the ticket stating "spaghetti dinner" was lying. If I were dining at a five star restaurant I'd expect exceptional service and an ability to make special requests, but this was a $5 a plate SPAGHETTI dinner. We had spaghetti, spaghetti and ummmmm more spaghetti. 

We filled each plate, gave a salad and directions to desserts. We had been informed to tell folks to go through the door and pick whichever sweet thing you'd like.  Somehow, the self imposed Dessert Nazi missed the memo and was directing people to the desserts of HER choice for them.  She was saving the prettiest and best to auction off (her own last minute idea). This didn't set well with Ricky and his belief that the people who made the sweets intended for them to be eaten with this meal. So, after more than one attempt at reasoning with her, he took matters into his own hands, literally.  While the Dessert Nazi was distracted, Ricky, knife in hand set out to slice each cake, pie and cookie bar on the table. The effort was a sweet success.

It was all in all a lot of fun and raised enough money to provide a nice prom and maybe an excursion or two.