Setting:Local community center, where a group of 10 cub scouts all seven- or eight-years-old have met to make 80 bologna sandwiches. They then packed the sandwiches in bags along with an apple to donate to a church, which runs a program every day where it gives food to anybody who wants. I'm there to write a story about the group. I will be ME, MAX is the cub scout troop leader guy and LAUREN is his wife.
Lauren:So what do you need the kids to do?
Me:Oh, nothing. I'll just walk around and get some pictures of them working, and then after it's done I was hoping to briefly speak with Max and maybe a few of the kids.
Lauren:Ah, great. Maybe we could get them all together for a group shot when they're done.
Me:That would be great.
Max [loud enough so this could be heard across the room and over the sound of 10 young kids talking while making sandwiches]:Lauren knows a thing or two about group shots!
This has been an Actual Thing That Happened At Work. Goodbye.
