Channeling My Inner Flirt

This evening, I was at work, training new volunteers and having the freedom to go into a fair amount of detail, because there were no kids in the Clubhouse. Since we still had no kids when I finished the orientation, I decided to take my two healthy teenage assistants up to our main office to help me get one of the larger pieces of equipment that we had planned to move into the Clubhouse. (If I told you we were putting in a train table and taking out the magnet table, would it make any more sense to you? I thought not.)

I had paged the evening supervisor, just to let her know what we were doing, and check if she wanted to be involved, not realizing she was occupied with the guest Etch-A-Sketch artist just a few yards away in the main lobby. She came over to the playroom to see what I needed, and a few steps behind her was one of the Thursday night volunteers who I've met a couple of times. He pressed his face and hands up against the glass of the front door, and without even thinking, there I am, blowing this rather cute guy a kiss...

Where the hell did THAT come from????