One of the things my club does, and has for the last 40 badump years, is run an Arts and Crafts Show on the Stars Hollow Green.
Taylor Doose hates it because we tear up the turf more than all the Weddings and Concerts and Easter Egg Hunts and Festivals he runs; but you know, that’s just the way it is in Stars Hollow, do something long enough and you have squatters rights and old Taylor can just piss up a rope.
It was a bad year. We had less than 8 members to cover the whole event and it is our major fundraiser.
At the end of the day we were all pretty beat. I won’t pretend I worked any harder than anyone else. I still smoked and I must say I enjoyed it, sitting on the bench. Still, it was just getting darker and colder and I was just getting stiffer so I mildly suggested-
“Seems to me we ought to get started cleaning up.”
Yes. Well, it got exactly the kind of response I expected.
It occurred to me some stronger measures might be required, so I bestirred myself, picked up a garbage bag and said-
“Ok, I’m starting at that end”, and I pointed to the shorter and less garbagy part of the green since if you lead you get to do stuff like that, “and we need a team to start over there”, and here I pointed toward the horrendous pigsty, “and we’ll meet in the middle. Let’s do it!”
And I did an unconvincing little jump and stalked off.
Oddly enough a half hour later the job was done. The last Crafter on the Green closing up was a person who did tumbled rocks like Emily’s Mom. Before she finished packing up her van she stopped me and said- “I saw what you did.” and gave me a piece of polished quartz of the type that normally went for a buck, so no big deal.
After all stones don’t bring you luck you make your own.