Date #5 – Don’t sandbag me.

Date #5 – 9/5/17

 Date #5

 Push-ups – 15

Don’t sandbag me.

In case you’re wondering what sandbagging is, urban dictionary is here to help you out. According to their top definition, sandbagging is, “When a player in any game chooses (on purpose) to not play their best. Normally this is because they are too superior, they want to hustle you, or they are too lazy to play their best with nothing on the line.”

My date has nothing to do with a game, but I suppose I might have accidentally sandbagged someone during my date.

As category 5 Hurricane Irma makes it way to Florida, I have begun preparing for the strongest storm in the recorded history of the Atlantic Ocean.  I’m pretty calm in these types of situations and am not one to panic.  However, since President Donald Trump and Governor Rick Scott have declared emergencies in Florida, Puerto Rico and US Virgin Islands, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to take some precautions and get ahead of the rain pour that is about to come.  My backyard tends to flood badly with a lot of rain and if it’s going to rain for days, I’m 100% positive my backyard will flood to knee-high water.

 

Sometimes you do what you have to do to help someone you’re dating, even if it’s something you don’t want to do.  That’s what you do when you like someone 😊 You make some sacrifices.

As Tuesday morning came to an end and I got ready to start my afternoon, I got an alert that stating the county would be supplying bags and sand to make your own sandbags.  I went back and forth in my head on whether I really wanted to drive 30 minutes to shovel sand into a 5” circular bag.

I’m not always great at getting a step ahead with these sort of things, so I talked myself into a date of shoveling sand to be prepared, should this storm hit us with force.  I agree that although it wouldn’t be fun, it was necessary and I would feel better knowing I’m doing everything I can to protect myself and my property.

I didn’t know what to expect when I got there.  And I wasn’t the only one who came in blind.  It seemed a lot of people had the same idea to get a step ahead.  They opened at noon and I got there at 2p.  The traffic was insane and the car line was ridiculous.  But I waited.  I finally got my chance to park and headed to the heaping mounds of sand and dirt.  I picked up my 25 empty bags and grabbed a shovel.   This is tough, I thought to myself. As a few of us struggled to fill our sandbags alone, I chatted with the guy next to me. I stated that we would probably accomplish more and move faster if we worked together. We teamed up and started cranking out sandbags! We alternated between shoveling the sand and holding the bag. We told other people who showed up by themselves to try and partner up with someone. There were many women (and men) there alone struggling to carry the heavy bags. Myself included! The bags have to be at least 20 pounds, if not 30.

After I completed my 25 bags, I attempted to load up my car.  It sure is tough dating yourself when you need a helping hand 😉  The guy I partnered up with helped me.  I could only fit 13 bags in my sedan without my car bottoming out.  I plan to go back today for more and help others who show up alone.

So who did I sandbag?  Well, I suppose when I got there, I was the one in need of help.  When I partnered up with a stranger who was willing to help me, I’m sure he felt good helping a lady out.  By the end of this intense labor, he was close to passing out sitting in the bed of his truck as I continued to carry bags over to his truck.  He looked at me with sweat dripping down his face and with a simple, “Please don’t.”  I knew I had overstepped a little and was not helping, but hurting.  His ego.  So, I politely said thank you for the help and goodbye.  I didn’t mean to sandbag him. But lesson learned! 😊 I was just trying to help!

I have put out a FB Event to see if I can get a group of people out to help shovel and bag.  How awesome would it be to lend a hand to the people who need help shoveling sand and loading the sandbags in their car. People need the help and if just a few people help out, it could help move the line along much fast so that more people can get what they need.   I’ve advertised it as helping your neighbors and get your workout in too!  Because believe me, it was a workout!  I left exhausted, sweaty and covered in dirt.  A great way to end a date 😉

If you’re interested in helping, visit the Round 2 FB page and see Sandbag Workout Event!

 

 

Conclusion:

I don’t mind helping someone I care about, or someone I don’t know.  Helping someone feel better, whether it’s for peace of mind or someone in need, it’s always a good thing to do the right thing.  Just be careful not to help out too much and bruise a man’s ego 😉

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