Rarrrr! (I’m a Lion)
After months of cajoling by a work acquaintance, I finally gave in and joined the Lions Club.
It was a moment of weakness. It’s not like I don’t have enough to do, enough meetings to go to. And it’s not like this is really my kind of thing, with all the socializing and community involvement and so forth.
But I know and enjoy several of the members, and community involvement is good for my job, and the meetings are over lunch, and the Lions do some good charitable work, and I couldn’t think of a good excuse. And so, I’m a Lion.
The Lions are extremely corny. The lion puns are everywhere: the Lion Tale, the Lion’s Roar, the Tail Twister. They address each other as Lion Dan and Lion Carrie and Lion Kevin. When they call the roll, they say, “Proud to be a Lion.” When they take a vote, they say “Rarrrrrrr!” for yay and “Meow” for nay.
Yeah, not really my kind of thing. And yet today I took the Lion oath to support the mission of the club and contribute my fair share to its efforts. I’ll be ignoring the puns for right now.
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Rarrrrrr! (I guess)
I was going to wait to say more because, frankly, I was speechless. But I think you are secretly thrilled to be a Lion and are just feigning indifference. "Not really my kind of thing." Whatever! Before long you'll be running for Lion office and recruiting others to the pride. You'll be giving secret winks and handshakes and whatnot to people we meet at the Newton Dillons. You'll be telling me you can't come visit because you have to collect footwear for shoeless children. You say you are in it for the community involvement, but I suspect you are merely padding your obituary.
God, I hadn't even thought of that! You're right, this will look fabulous in my obit.
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