Volunteering at a well-staffed facility is simply splendid. At any point, and nearly for any reason, I can reasonably stand out say “I’m leaving” flip someone off (if I have no plans to return) and then drive home to sort Magic cards and drink a diet coke. Today, for my first formal day of volunteerdom I thought I was going to help fill out buddy tags at a medical recheck site and maybe answer a paperwork question or two. Instead my assignment was to run a med recheck site. This is a bit more than I expected but I take it as a mark of confidence.
Setup was prompt and kids started streaming in with their medicals. My highlights:
Me: We can’t give you a swim tag because you don’t list a date for your physical. Do you know when you say your doctor?
Kid 1: Yes, it was either September 20th or May 17th.
Me: Ok, do you have a parent in camp?
Kid 1: Maybe, I hope not.
Me: I can’t give your son his buddy tags without seeing the 2nd page of his medical.
Parent: What’s on it?
Me: The OK from a doctor that your son is healthy enough to be at camp.
Parent: What do you need that for?
Kid 2: Should I take my buddy tags?
Me: Yep, your form’s fine.
Kid 2: Damn.