I still need to contribute seven hours of community service to make up for driving 10 miles over the speed limit. So tonight I went back to the multi-generational center (where I picked up a membership application, and ran into an incredulous friend — You’re doing what? Why don’t you just pay the fine? I said “money-grubbing” a couple of times and I think she understood.)
I dust mopped the game room and lobby floors, cleaned all the tables in the game room and lobby, cleaned the armrests of the chairs in the lobby, and cleaned the countertops and mirrors in three women’s bathrooms. That took an hour and fifteen minutes. Meanwhile there was a meeting of the Wildlife Federation in one room, belly dancing in another, senior women’s basketball in the gym, the famous hip hop class (see last week’s post), a salsa dancing class, gymnastics, weight-lifting, kids shooting pool (I asked “T” if I could give them a lesson, but he said that wouldn’t count toward my time), kids playing table tennis. This is one busy place!
So, anyway, I put in an hour and fifteen minutes — out of the seven hours. “T” said I was such a fast and good cleaner that I should go home and he’d give me credit for three hours. I suppose many of the community servicers just lean on a broom for their hours. I guess I was awarded good time.