We did our best, but the guy in the next booth was definitely more popular than we were--after all, who wants to meet chicks handing out disease brochures?! (He was really nice though--donated a box of beans for our ALS walk in September.)
This sort of thing really brings out the INTROvert in me. My mom was out there waving stuff around and promoting ALS night at the Indians ballpark and the walk, and I just wanted to crawl under the table. But I tried. Maybe next time will be easier.
After standing three hours on the concrete floor, Mom and I both wanted to crawl on a massage table for a couple of hours.
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