Sandwiches on Sunday

Today is the quarterly Outreach activity where our church makes 80-90 brown-bag lunches for the community center.

Digression: it has recently come to my attention that the phrase "brown bag lunch" has racist origins in the minds of a few people. I'm sorry that some are offended, but we oldsters can't remember all the things that we're not supposed to say, especially since the list seems to change every week. Besides, we really do serve lunches in brown paper bags.

Speaking of lists, I blitzed (a German war maneuver, I'm sorry that some are offended etc) through Costco on Friday and bought the sandwich ingredients. The cart was less burdened than usual because I had bought two flats of water earlier.

On Saturday five people put together the lunches at the Parish Hall. The assembly took 2½ hours, an hour longer than usual, because two new volunteers insisted on preparing the sandwiches with loving care as opposed to slapping them together quickly, which is how I like to do things.

Warnings that they would be dismissed if they didn't speed up fell on deaf ears.

After we finished, everyone asked the date of the next Sandwiches on Sunday so they could help again. It must be my management style, because what else could explain their motivation?

Update - noon: The brown bags and bottles of water were all distributed in 15 minutes.

The three ladies in the picture said they all liked their sandwiches.