Once again, as I have so often, I agreed because it was easier than saying no. As my love life goes, so goes my professional one. Supposedly the student group was putting together a marketing plan for an event I'm organizing. I guess I could have asked if they actually knew what a marketing plan was, but these things always become clear too late.
The day of reckoning rolled around, doesn't it always? I had to go their class to hear the presentation. It turned out to be amusing in its awfulness. I was a dreadful, dreadful student and even I could have done a better job of faking my way through an assignment I had given no attention to and was completely unprepared for.
Part of my role was to ask them follow up questions after the presentation, but I finally gave up and just laughed when their designated bullshitter struck out so spectacularly. Their sole idea was that we distribute flyers for our conference. Flyers. Like I'm running a bake sale.
MRPEENEE: "Where, exactly, am I supposed to hand out these flyers?"
MRBULLSHITTER "Uhm.... Neighborhoods."
God love him, he went down swinging, hollow as a drum.