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I purchased my first staple gun. Then, I used one for the first time.
Sound like a liability problem?
Not really. I have an insurance license with Aflac and have the accident plan. I'm covered.
Though, I should be as careful as possible before the premiere day. After all, it will be filmed.
I was told about the various booths up and down the same street at the Covey Center for the Arts, the same place as my premiere. I knew a poster needed to be stapled to each one.
The booths were three sided with a fourth glass side. The glass side was reserved for the government. Depending on the space, I put up either a poster or two postcards.
Why two postcards? Then one side had the image of the soup, hands, and steam while the other side shared the information.
Along the way, I entered certain stores that displayed other posters that would occur in the Covey Center for the Arts.
I knew the people inside these stores would probably give permission to tape my poster alongside the other posters.
Then a group of ladies walked by.
I called out, "Hey, do you know how far these booths go?" They said that there were booths for a couple more blocks. Then it was best for me to turn around.
Eventually, they asked about my event.
I was only too glad to share.
I had their attention when I mentioned how the Family Famine: Hunger for Love program celebrated storytelling as the main stage art with the merge of an electric guitarist, an upright bass player, and a singer.
The ladies, who worked in the same building, said they would love to attend. It was the cue to give each of them their own Family Famine: Hunger for Love postcard.
Finally, I reached the last booth outside the Covey Center for the Arts. A man waiting for the bus was kind enough to take the picture you see with this post.
The same day that my fingers were in possible danger from a staple gun was also the same day that I bought liability insurance for the Family Famine: Hunger for Love premiere.
Part of receiving the insurance included asking questions like, "Will you have pyrotechnics for the show?"
Um. No. But what a great idea!
Then I crossed off the fireworks on my "to do" list as I had not budgeted for these items. Alas!
With the paperwork done, I handed over my debit card and was charged $125.00 based on the number of performers, the level of risk, and the estimate of people to attend.
Whew! Now I was covered there!
I tucked away my debit card and my staple gun and headed home.
Until we tell again,
Rachel Hedman
Professional Storyteller
Former Co-Chair of Youth, Educators, and Storytellers Alliance (2005-2008)
How-To Blog: http://storytellingadventures.blogspot.com
Performance Blog: http://familyfamine.blogspot.comOther places to find me: Twitter, YouTube, Facebook, LinkedIn, Professional Storyteller
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