I was asked to join this once relevant organization while our local branch of the NAACP was having a meeting at one of the clubs I run.
"What do you do?", I asked.
"Well we yadda-yadda-yadda. And this-and-that. And I'm the president.", one man proudly said.
"I mean besides congratulating yourselves on your non-accomplishments and giving out Image Awards and having lavish parties... . What does the NAACP actually do?", I replied.
"Well... What do you do?!", asked the agitated president.
"Really? Didn't I help to repair your house after a storm. And didn't I get some kids together to clean up your neighborhood? And didn't I work for your business for free until you could hire employees?, And didn't I get an accountant, employees and help with permits for your business? And don't I tutor your grandchildren for free? And don't I check on your mother and grandmother? And... .", I said to seven of the eleven members present.
"Besides talking about problems, what problems do you actually solve?", I asked.
"I'm just a glorified bartender and it seems that I do more by myself than all of you people with titles do put together.", I concluded.
Needless to say, I wasn't asked again to join.
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