The doors slid open and as soon as I stepped into the elevator I knew that the lone woman sharing the ride with me was someone whose face I had seen before. But who was she?
I was at the Winnipeg Art Gallery last Friday to give a tour to a group of high school students. I’d gone upstairs to stow my purse safely and was headed back to the foyer to welcome my tour group.
As the elevator door shut I racked my brain trying to think who the woman was in the elevator with me. Just then she noticed the volunteer tag I was wearing around my neck. “Are you a volunteer here at the art gallery?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied. “I give tours to school groups.”
“Well,” she said. “Thank you very much for your service. Volunteers are important.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “But I think I…
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