Tonight, I was a rover.
I roved around the high school that was hosting the first of four nights of Harnett Off-Broadway, and I acted like I knew what I was doing when people looked lost or asked questions—the most popular of which was, “Where is the restroom?”
It’s amazing just how official a clipboard made me.
Other than directing people to the bathroom, my most important job as Rover was to secretly sell tickets to the handful of people who, for whatever reason, showed up at the performance without them.
Folks, I was terrible at trying to secretly sell tickets.
I found myself looking over my shoulder, hoping that no one saw what I was doing, wishing that the transaction would end very quickly, feeling like I was doing something really wrong even though I had Rover permission to sell.
And here’s what I realized: I would be a terrible drug dealer.
Good thing I have a steady day job, eh?
:-)
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