Leadership abilty. |
Yes! I am a man. I will be a leader and provider. This is a man's world: built by men and fought for by men. The fate of society rest firmly on my shoulders. I will descide what is to be done. The right man at the right time can change the course of history. That's me. I have taken control of my life and will seize any opportunity. I am a school bus driver. I am proud. The Sister's of Perpetual Chastity have hired me to drive their debutants to Camp Mud Pie. I am in control. The debutants are chatty and there is much laughter. I remain calm. I am their bus driver. Bam! Sputter! Flop, flop, flop! I have a flat tire. The debutants shriek as I struggle to steer the bus to side of the road. I stop the bus and go outside first; to inspect. Yes. I have a flat tire: front left. There are a dozen debutants exiting the bus. I tell them it will take a hour for me to change the tire. They are dissapointed. They want to walk to Camp Mud Pie. I am the leader and... explain that we are several miles from the camp. They want water and food. I take charge and offer them, Fleischmann's Vodka, PeachTree Schnapps and Vera Cruz Tequila with crackers and cheese. This is my dinner, but I am the care giver. In a short time they are all happy. I can concentrate on the work to be done. A man's job. The frivolity of the debutants is interfering with my work. They have thrown off their plaid skirts and pressed white blouses. It is chaos. I must take charge. I order them to go play in the woods. I have work to be done. They obey. I am the man. I smile. The Sister's will be pleased with my leadership abilities. I have successfully changed a tire. Now, it is time to gather up the debutants. I call into the woods, but there is no responce. I must begin a search. I discover a river. There are many bare foot prints on the bank. There are also boot prints. The foot prints lead to a mill. I can hear singing. The debutants have found a crew of lumber jacks. They are all drinking beer and eating sandwiches. It is time for an anouncement. I stand on a stump and shout to the debutants: "The tire is changed! It's time to go back to the bus!" There is laughter as two lumber jacks toss me into the river. I am calm and in control. The reasonable course of action is to take the bus to Camp Mud Pie. After explaining what had happenned to the camp leader Fr. Ducette, I am fired. I except this calmly like a man. .. :) |