seniors are saints.

The Senior's Fair was alright. I was expecting it to be rather boring, standing around and all. But no, it was much much better. Volunteerism is very exciting. (I'm easily pleased.) When Mr Liau said we were going to usher elderly people, I was expecting old, frailing women and men with walking sticks who would be struggling to come down the stairs. the only way they were going down fast is to roll down, really. Thus us, the ushers, have to help them.

But no. Most of those who came were not like that. They are just a bunch of not-very-old people who can practically hop down those steep stairs. I was just a little doubtful to help them down the stairs. Especially if they look very healthy, active and almost young (at heart only.), they could pass off as one of those aunties doing line dancing every Friday in my neighbourhood.

I know if one day when I'm old (but still young at heart ehh.), and probably bored to death at home, and am attending this kind of boring talks, I wouldn't want some 18 year olds in black who probably are doing some community work "volunteering", giving me polite smiles and trying to help me down the stairs when I'm perfectly healthily actively mobile.

I would feel insulted, and think "I'm not that old, hokay!"

But anyhow, I ended up handing out pamphlets and handouts. And the whole day pretty much went very well. Minus my blooper moment when me, being blur, I gave a bottle meant for ushers to one woman, when Hafiz was handing out them to us.And I unbashfully asked for it back, before realising it was pretty rude. But Stacy saved the day, sacrificing her bottle to that woman, while I was still standing there, cursing myself inside for being an idiot. Haiyoh.

But anyway, all that's well, ends well. Volunteerism makes me happy. MacD's $6 voucher makes me happier. :)