Meat and Matters and Questionable Acts-part 3
I woke up Sunday morning kind of late after closing the bar at 2 am that morning. Exhausted was an understatement. Not only do I need to close the bar on Saturdays but I have to open the bar at 10 am Sunday morning. I still had to shop for the veggies, sides, and rolls so yes, I was panicked that I would be late. I was running around the house like a mad woman basically racing the clock. My husband said that he would go with me so he could help me open the bar and then help with the meat raffle. I come running out the bathroom because I heard a holler from the living room in my husband’s voice. He was sitting on the couch holding his foot. I learned that he was putting on his jeans when his toenail caught on the inside and ripped half way off. I’m not a squeamish person so the blood didn’t bother me. What bothered me was the fact that my husband was hurting and I had to bandage him up. This meant that I would be late but knew and understood my priorities. Yes, I was annoyed that he didn’t cut his toenails when I told him to and I was going to be late but he needed comfort and bandaging more than I needed to open the bar on time.
I managed to make it to the store and did all my shopping in 10 minutes, this combined with me speeding (yes, I have a lead foot and Sunday the speed limits were just a suggestion) I was able to make it to work on time. I was met by the bar manager nervously getting my chores done. I asked her what was wrong and I could see relief starting to come over her like a wave. She was able to vent to me so many things and situations that she has on her mind that it was no wonder she was their early. Or maybe she was seeing if I would arrive on time but I would like to think that it was because she needed to get a way and get a lot off her chest. I listened and offered advice where needed during her rant otherwise just lent an ear and a hug. She promised that she would be there to help tend bar if needed and participate in our 2nd meat raffle and 1st ever sign-in.
Throughout the morning I watched the clock, took care of customers, listened to problems or what someone was going to do for the rest of the day. As it got closer to 1 pm I got nervous. Ticket purchase started at 1 pm and drawing for the meat raffle at 2 pm, then the bloody mary raffle basket, then the sign in. Hardly anyone was showing up that said that would show up. Slowly they started coming in and it was the patrons that cared and didn’t want to see the raffle or me fail but also raise money for the widow and kids left behind because of cancer.
We had so much fun. Everyone quickly learned that little me has a mighty voice when needed. Bar dice was played, stories were swapped and drinks were purchased. In the end, the bar had a decent Sunday drawer (Sundays are our slowest days of the week and this is why I chose this day) but we managed to raise over $700 for the family! I cried from the overwhelming support that these patrons showed. We all know money is tight and it took a lot for them to spend what they could part with. Every little bit helps when a loved one passes and I hope that this little bit that we were able to raise helps in some way.
So here it is: Do you ever participate in a fundraiser for the family who has suffered a loss? Why or why not? I would love to hear your thoughts and answers.