I love volunteering at the sites and telling people about their history and hopefully teaching them something new. But a few years ago I fell into helping out with logistics during the July 4th celebration on the National Mall, and I loved it. Ever since, I have done everything I can to be somehow involved in logistics for special events. It’s hard work; long, hot, days; and often chaotic; but it also gives me some awesome opportunities to meet new NPS people; and to see some places I wouldn’t otherwise get to see. They’re not all glamorous, but they’re things I wouldn’t get to see or do otherwise. Continue reading
At 500 feet inside WAMO:
Visitor, showing me a picture of WAMO on her phone: Can you tell me where this is?
Me: The Washington Monument?
V: Yes, where is it? I can’t see it.
Me: You’re inside it.
V: I am?
Me: You are.
V: I had no idea.
While working the line at the security entrance:
Visitor: Where is the closest restroom for handicapped?
Me: At the bottom of the hill.
V: She cannot walk that far.
Me: That is the closest restroom.
V: I don’t think she can go that far.
Me: There isn’t any other restroom.
V: She is a woman.
Me: OK, but there is no restroom up here. Not even for those of us who work here.
V: I don’t believe you.
Me: Why would I lie about the restroom?
V: Don’t get fresh.
Me: I’m sorry, that was the chain that hit you. I’m not getting fresh with you.
Visitor (grandfather visiting with his children and grandchildren): That happens to me all the time.
While working the ticket line:
Visitor (Standing by the bench inside the ring of flags with only narrow sidewalks leading to it): I see this says next tour time 7:00. Is that for the hop on hop off bus?
Hello and thanks for stopping by! You probably already know me, but in case you don’t, I’m Sandy, and I have been a National Park Service Volunteer-In-Parks (VIP) at the National Mall and Memorial Parks (NAMA) in Washington, DC for 11 years. I absolutely love it and can’t imagine not spending my time there every chance I get.
First, let me address the title of my blog. July 4th is always a crazy day in DC, as you may imagine. I always volunteer on the 4th, and one of my jobs is serving as the “Cart Czar.” I get a list of people who have been assigned golf carts, and they have to come to me to get their keys and sign their carts out. I couldn’t think of a better title, so this one will just have to do. 🙂 Continue reading
1) Visitor: Is there any chance the Strawberry Moon will suck us all off the face of the earth while we’re up there?
Me: Well, it is also Friday the 13th, so you have to ask yourself if you want to take that chance.
2) Husband: Is this where I cash in my ticket to Orlando?
Me: Only if you take me with you. (pause, looking to his wife standing next to him…) I hope that wasn’t inappropriate.
Wife: Not at all, we’ll gladly take you!
(They were an older couple in town visiting their daughter and son-in-law, and had tickets for the last tour at 9 PM. They had been waiting through a crazy-wind-and-tiny-bit-of-rain storm and a medical emergency to get inside. I was tired and a little punchy…)