I used to be on our neighborhood pool committee when I lived in the United States. After coaching and refereeing, it was my third-favorite voluntary task. Whenever we newer members of the committee suggested any kind of change, the more long-standing servants would hold their heads in their hands and groan, “Serving beer and wine for adults once or twice a summer during a two-hour window on a Saturday evening? If we do that, it’s just going to open up a whole can of worms!”

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