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Zombie Izzie
06/08/2022 10:22 pmToday I went to my regular Toastmasters meeting. It was such a pleasant change to have 11 members attending rather than the usual 6 or 7 that we have been having far too often lately.
(Like so many clubs and social organizations, Covid turned out to be quite a wrecking ball.
In the first lockdown of March 2020, the club went online in Zoom mode. I am a bit of a Luddite and I just hate being in videos or photos so I went into hibernation and sat it out. About a third of our members never came back)
For once there was no last minute cancellations with the program manager trying to divide 12 speaking slots among 6 people. I have taken to calling our group "The 5 loaves and 2 fishes" club. Especially appropriate since our meeting venue is in a small hall that we hire from the local Catholic Church.
Shortly after the meeting started we got to a segment called Traveling Tales. Some one is assigned to start a story and it then goes around the room with each person adding a sentence or 2 to the story and hopefully ending on a cliff hanger before handing the story over to the next speaker.
Whenever I start the story, it often involves tea parties at Putin's palace, piranhas, vampires or other monsters.
Today it was a tale of a man going to the airport to pick up his daughter from a flight landing at 3am.
I thought to myself, how on earth am I going to get Putin, Boris Johnson, Clive Palmer or Alex Jones into this drama? I could see no opening at all.
As the story went around the room, it turned into a rather tame tale of delayed flights and power black outs at Terminal 4. Then suddenly out of nowhere all the people shuffling about the airport behind the locked glass doors turn out to be ZOMBIES and the story teller's daughter is locked in there with them.
I nearly died laughing because I had my own zombie apocalypse planned for later in the meeting.
( The Talking Dead )
(Like so many clubs and social organizations, Covid turned out to be quite a wrecking ball.
In the first lockdown of March 2020, the club went online in Zoom mode. I am a bit of a Luddite and I just hate being in videos or photos so I went into hibernation and sat it out. About a third of our members never came back)
For once there was no last minute cancellations with the program manager trying to divide 12 speaking slots among 6 people. I have taken to calling our group "The 5 loaves and 2 fishes" club. Especially appropriate since our meeting venue is in a small hall that we hire from the local Catholic Church.
Shortly after the meeting started we got to a segment called Traveling Tales. Some one is assigned to start a story and it then goes around the room with each person adding a sentence or 2 to the story and hopefully ending on a cliff hanger before handing the story over to the next speaker.
Whenever I start the story, it often involves tea parties at Putin's palace, piranhas, vampires or other monsters.
Today it was a tale of a man going to the airport to pick up his daughter from a flight landing at 3am.
I thought to myself, how on earth am I going to get Putin, Boris Johnson, Clive Palmer or Alex Jones into this drama? I could see no opening at all.
As the story went around the room, it turned into a rather tame tale of delayed flights and power black outs at Terminal 4. Then suddenly out of nowhere all the people shuffling about the airport behind the locked glass doors turn out to be ZOMBIES and the story teller's daughter is locked in there with them.
I nearly died laughing because I had my own zombie apocalypse planned for later in the meeting.
( The Talking Dead )
