What? You Mean We Don't Have To Whittle?
So, my 6 year old stepdaughter is getting her first taste of what will inevitably become many years of joyous fund raising for her Waldorf charter school. Of course, that means I've come full circle and, after 25 some-odd years, get to indirectly enjoy this rite of passage all over again too. A needy bunch of "crunchy" type people (you know...granola, tree hugging, meatless, nurse-till-they-can-spell-mammary types), I was surprised at her school administration's choice of vendors. It's actually a net-based fund raising event where all you do is send out emails directing folks to a website full of useless crap and hope you hook some sucker into purchasing hair ribbon or a tin full of stale popcorn.
When I heard it was fund raising time, I was fairly certain we'd be stuck with a car trunk full of macramé plant holders, beeswax candles, wicker dinnerware or other such earthy nonsense as we tool around town hoping to haphazardly land on the doorstep of someone who speaks English AND is willing to fork over money to strangers. I guess those days are over - even for the Birkenstock sector.
Although I have some fond memories of my "World's Finest Chocolate"/door-to-door sales blitzes over the years, in my neighborhood, this one-click stuff is the cow's nuts. Megan's Law your address and you'll see why. I commend her school on this [one] choice. I'm just surprised they made it. I'm hoping they continue this high tech trend by pod casting their Winter Faire. That would rule.
Posted by Whiffleboy
