There was an insurance professional’s conference in town my sister helped organize. Part of the conference was a speech contest. Judges were needed.
Scrapping the bottom of the barrel, she asked me to be one of the judges. She is my sister; am I going to say, “No?”
Wearing the only tie I own (twenty or so went to Goodwill a few years ago), coat and wingtips, I showed up.
The residents of the apartment building only see me in casual pants and long sleeve T-shirt (occasional Polo shirt). My attire caused a stir. That will give the Coven a new topic to gossip about; just part of my public service!