You thought your project had something to do with trees, but your project has something to do with bees.
Because you don’t speak a foreign language, you say each one of your English words louder and slower, hoping the foreign family you’re speaking to will somehow suddenly be able to understand English.
The people you’re supposed to be helping say they’ve never heard of you before and threaten to call the police.
You thought you were going to pull a few weeds and after ten trips to the city dump, you’re still only halfway finished with the project.
Everyone is griping, including the people you’re helping.
After members of every organization sign-up to help the family up the street move out, only you and a ninety-year-old man show up.
Upon your arrival, an ambulance and three fire trucks are parked out in front.
You’ve just found out that, after using up nearly all the gas in your gas tank, you are nowhere near the right location.
In the middle of the project, you overhear some members commenting that you definitely won’t be in charge of service projects in the next life.
Following the service project, the Ward members act as if you no longer exist.
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