I volunteered at the Second Harvest Food Bank. Go me!
Seriously, I can't remember the last time I volunteered somewhere. It's been ages.
I was with my church group. When we got there, the food bank assigned us to sorting apples, so for four hours this is what we did. Big, pallet-sized bins of apples were bagged up into little three pound bags. As we filled the bags, we'd throw away any apples that were bruised, worm-ridden, or otherwise unedible. What was amazing, though, was that all the apples we were sorting through were unmarketable for some reason. I mean, the vast majority looked perfectly fine! But because they were undersized, or slightly discolored, or some undiscernable reason, these apples would have been tossed. Isn't that sad?
(OK, but 'tossed' I technically mean "fed to pigs", so they wouldn't be totally wasted. But still, most of the apples looked too good to be even given to pigs.)
It was pretty fun. The time flew by, and I got a chance to talk to everyone, although many of us were braindead due to the early morning hour. I suppose I ought to go and volunteer again. It seems like a fairly painless way to give back.