Leroy Incognito
Our neighbor kid came to the door the other night. I’ll call him Leroy, which is not his real name, but safety and anonymity are a key part of this exchange. Plus I like the name Leroy. We’ve known him and his parents for years, ever since we moved to the neighborhood, and we’ve been to parties at his house and stuff. Leroy rang the doorbell while his dad and little brother lingered down by the sidewalk.
Aprille: (opening the door) Hi, Leroy. What’s up?
Leroy: I’m fund-raising for Robert Lucas school. I’m not supposed to say my name.
Aprille: Oh. Sorry.
I pretended not to know him for the rest of the exchange. We bought two kinds of cookie dough. I am seriously dreading when Miles has to do this. I remember the excruciating days of selling Girl Scout Cookies door to door. My parents didn’t work in offices, so I couldn’t take the wuss route and just send an order form to work with them and rake in the profits.
That is my tentative plan for dealing with Miles’ fundraising requirements.
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