I was volunteering my officiating services Saturday at a local fundraiser tournament where my son was playing. It was fun, and a good chance to give back to the local community.
As I was heading out, apparently early in one person's estimation (I had to leave before the final round to get to a pair of HS games a couple hours away), I was stopped by a parent who insisted that I needed to "get in there", and to watch one particular kid's hands. When I suggested he needed to relax and that it wasn't that big a deal, he very imperiously reminded me, "Isn't that your JOB?".
Oh, did I mention this was a chess tournament? Some people's parents
BTW, I was disappointed that they didn't introduce me with the appropriate
theme music.
Now where are Mark's meds?