Jazz: So, I see you signed up to work the bake sale tomorrow.
Jazz: Well, I won't be there you know. So you'll have to hang out with all my dorky friends!
Me: That's ok. I have plenty of stories I can tell them.
Jazz: Was that 12 to 1 you were working? Oh, yeah, I can make that. I'll be available.
Me: That's what I thought.
Phone call at 8am
Jazz: Hey can you bake a bunch more stuff for today?
Me: What? I spent 6 1/2 hours baking yesterday! Why do you need more stuff?
Jazz: No one else made anything and we'll never make it throught the first lunch period.
Me: (muttering) Do I have anything left? Are there any eggs left?
Jazz: Oh, and, no other adult signed up to help us either so if you could come in earlier that would be good.
Me: So you want me there by 11am with enough baked goods to feed the whole eigth grade?
Jazz: Pretty much. I'll see you later! *click*
Me: I fucking hate bake sales.