Adding Insulin To Injury, Part 2

| Working | December 25, 2015

(I have co-authored a children’s Christmas book. My co-author, our illustrator, and I have a donation/signing at a local literacy program, in which we do a reading of the story and give away free autographed copies to underprivileged kids. Two of my friends come along with me. Throughout the event, the director acts more and more bizarre, trying to strong-arm first my friends and then me into doing the face-painting activity even though we are not there as volunteers for her program.)

Director: “This has just been wonderful! Thank you!” *hugs me awkwardly before flitting away*

(The kids are treated to an ice cream social after the reading, despite it being only 10:00 in the morning. One of my friends has to go to work, and our part in the event is over so we decide to head out. I say goodbye to my colleagues and then force myself to say goodbye to the wacky director.)

Me: “We have to get going, but thank you again for having us here.”

Director: “Oh! You can’t leave until you’ve had some ice cream!”

Me: “Thank you, but I have diabetes.”

Director: “Really? I wish I could get that! Then maybe I wouldn’t eat so many sweets! Haha!”

Me: “…Right.”

 

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