How I met the mayor

Yesterday, I spent a few hours at a community clean up at a nearby park. We took out old fence posts, dug holes and planted trees. Then we pulled out kudzu, raked and picked up trash.

While we were picking up trash, the neighborhood association president told me about a shopping cart he had seen for months down in the creek while walking his dog. I told him that we should go get it out. Apparently, he doubted the magnitude of my strength, and commented that we might need some big guys to help us since the banks were steep and the cart had plant growth wrapped around it.

So, I set out to find two strapping men. I enlisted the first guy pretty quickly and he seemed game. I walked up to the second man and did the Hulk. That's right, the Hulk.

Think:


I even "grrrrd!" and said, "You look strong and we have a mission."
He laughed, and then felt my muscles. Then he laughed even harder.
He said, "Okay, what do you need?"

The four of us trotted down to the creek. It was steep and there were lots of thorns everywhere. They were a little protective and said not to come down with shorts on. So I helped haul the shopping cart up from the top.

Afterwards, the president of the neighborhood association was talking about further improvements to the park, and said, "I just heard the mayor mention . . ."

My response was, "Oh, the mayor is here?"

Guess who?

Yep, the man I hulked out on.

Later on, I properly introduced myself and met his wife as well.
Nice people.

I *think* I made an impression. Let's just leave it at that.