bashfulpie

Most of the crowd is parents with kids. They look towards us apologetically then start dragging the kids away. On the other hand, the frat brothers who seem to have gotten the word that we can wait ‘til the fire department flushes us out start rushing the process. A couple who have already thrown run around to help shag balls at the tank; they form sort of a fire brigade. A couple more come around and start filing pie plates. They pull all the pledges except Ray (in the tank) into a line I

I am sorry that I have offended with the Nazi uniform. It was thrown in, as was an earlier reference to a KKK minority in the fraternity, to build in development for later conflicts within the fraternity. Nobody will be wearing it at the carnival.

Fortunately we were near the carnival entrance. I nearly keep up with Joe as he sprints back to the booths. Nice view, by the way. “Look sharp guys, the big brothers are coming!” Joe’s shout startled the half dozen folks in line at the time, but didn’t scare anyone off. I wasn’t worried for the guys because of my chat with Dan & George. Still, I owed them a good show and a good report to their big brothers. So . . . should I get to work real fast to show we are a team, or should I chi

Not sure I can keep the act much longer I change to the weather. “You think we’re going to get rained out? “I-D-K! I know we need the rain but today is the wrong day for it.” Joe looks around at the clouds on the horizon. While he is looking I see some customers take their money. He looks back at them at the pie throwing line and recognizes one. The third person in line points at Joe and asks, “When’s he getting back there?” “Do you know him?” I ask the potential client. “Sure, we’re on

Torn between the fun of the good-natured banter and the desire to let him know how much I appreciate the help, I opt for the latter. “Keep this up and I’ll recommend you all for medals.” “Dude, you’re awesome. Come meet our pledge captains.” Two college dudes of the type I already had working for me ambled up to greet us. Joe springs forward to introduce me, but is interrupted. “Pledge! Is that any way to address your pledge captain?” I watch closely because I can’t yet tell whether they

Thank you for the kind words!

Don't be ridiculous. Nobody gave 43 cents. One person gave $3.35 and another gave $1.08. Whatever were you thinking?

A couple people came up to throw at Mike while Jack changed and Joe entertained the kids with pies. I turn to Jeff. “No pressure from me, but when the kids see Jack up there, they’re gonna ask for you next.” “I know. If I have to, I’ll take a few pies but I’m not going to go up in the tank. I’ll watch our money and cell phones.” “Suit yourself. Isn’t the weather great for this?” “It is now,” Jeff admitted, “but another front is coming in later.” He pointed off to the north horizon, and

Thank you for the encouragement. You are right, I don't know the song. But I have google. It wouldn't be Billy Currington singing "Good Directions?"

The guys waited for John to respond to the suggestion that he take the first shift. For someone who had been talking so big just a few minutes ago, it was jarring how he suddenly changed back to the quiet, reserved type. I was getting more and more impressed with the rest of the guys, though. They didn’t push or harass John, just watched. Then I remembered what he whispered to me while the others were occupied. It gave me an idea. “Since the gates are about to open, we need to revert back

I'm considering having the pledge masters bring lots of thing to make the task more spicy. I could add a lawn chair and an aurtificial fire desplay and have a particular character sit there while character thinks this reminds him of some song he can't quite place.

Thanks for the encouragement. bp

I'm new to this. How do I PM you? I am interested in what particular errors you saw, but would like a direct rather than posted description of them. I assume PM is the way to do that? bp

I was in the Air Force for a few years. We would refer to a "Naval Salute," which was, actually, bringing your hand to the area of your belly button rather than to the area of your forehead.

As per normal, there are some good natured arguments about who should climb into the dunk tank first. I decide it’s time for me to pipe up. “Sounds like an RHIP situation to me.” That is greeted by enthusiasm from the troops. As it dawns on Joe what that means, I see him shrug again. Then he leans over and whispers in my ear. “I’ve been worried about John. He’s too quiet. So if this helps him come out of his shell, I’m game. Let him take charge for a while.” Then he turns to the small