oh, if only crossing words were like making candy, like peanut butter crashing headfirst into chocolate.
but it's nothing like that at all.
i was on the phone today with a potential donor, and she asked about a former colleague. i mentioned that this person no longer worked in my office, but had moved on to a local nonprofit.
unfortunately, i couldn't remember if she had gone to work at Big Brothers/Big Sisters, or Boys and Girls Clubs.
'so is she happy over there?' the donor asks.
'oh yeah, it's a great agency.' /desperately tries to think of agency name. 'i really like Big Boys.'
/uncomfortable phone pause.
well, you know, at least i didn't say i really liked Club Girls.
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