A funny story about Carol ... or maybe only funny to me

This story cracked me up only after I really got to know Carol.

After meeting Carol a couple of times, I had volunteered to do her paper work for her. At our first meeting, where she arrived with a blue recycle box full of paper that had strange stains on them (but her filing system is another story)she had decided I should first give out tax receipts to everyone who had donated to her. She had sometimes photocopied the cheques she had received and sometimes had not. So she gave me her deposit book and I used the internet phone book to look up names that I didn’t have addresses for so I could send out tax receipts. Thank god there were no John Smith type names. I came to the name Mo Stead who didn’t have a copied cheque. I asked Carol – who is Mo Stead (thinking it was a guy as in Larry, Curly and Mo) and she said to me with a dead straight face I don’t know. She, days later, eventually remembered and said oh that’s a volunteer that comes once a week or regularily. I assummed Carol had a ton of volunteers from that comment. Well maybe not a ton but maybe ten.

I eventually met Mo (who I always call Maureen because I think I thought Mo was I guy for so long I couldn’t bring myself to call her Mo) And then after meeting Mo a few more times I realized Mo was Carol’s first volunteer and was for quite a few months her only volunteer. It just cracks me up that when she heard a stranger say Mo’s name she didn’t know who it was. It is sooooo Carol.

On a side note I ended up giving Maureen a copy of the tax receipt I had written for her. Carol had said to not worry about an address and to just give her the tax receipt and she would give it to this man named Mo (because Carol never referred to the volunteer as a he or a she) Maureen couldn’t remember if she had lost it or Carol had not given it to her. Well Maureen doesn’t worry … Carol didn’t give it to you. In January or February of this year I found it in amongst the crumbled paperwork that Carol gave me.