Thought I would let you know the luncheon for our ministers was beautiful yesterday. A hundred plus people. The food more lovely than even I expected. I could go on and on about this, but that's not the reason for this post.
No paper plates or plastic forks and spoons at this affair. Also no dishwasher. My friend Janice washed every plate and every piece of silverware, plus glasses. Three of us dried and put them away. Several of the ladies made plates for sick and elderly friends that could not attend.
What did the men do? Nothing, I mean nothing. In all fairness Janice's husband Jerry did make and deliver some of the plates, and Scott, our minister, offered to take out the garbage. It was his luncheon, we said no way. Not one of the 40 plus other men offered to move tables, return chairs to the different rooms or blow out a candle. And heaven forbid take out the trash.
Were these men raise in a barn! Is this a community tradition or something. I was more than a little disappointed in the men of our church. Why do wives let their husbands get away with this? You know men have to be told what to do.
Am I wrong here?