You really don't know me at all, do you?

So earlier this evening I was at the Scout's Blue and Gold Banquet. It is an annual event that is to commemorate the founding of the Boy Scouts (I think) and it is something I dread. In fact I dread every scouting event that I am supposed to attend. Once a month I am supposed to accompany my son to pack meeting and every month I try to get out of it any way I can. The thing I hate most about pack meeting is the number of boys between the ages of 8 to almost 11. The noises these small boys make are more than I can handle. Something I hate almost as much as the din of too many boys is the incredibly lame "cheers" we are all forced to participate in. How can I not enjoy pretending to be a sprinkler, you ask? I guess I was just born that way.
I have always been an extremely reluctant participant in all things scout related, so tonight I was shocked when one of my least favorite people on the planet asked me to do something that I would equate with being dragged by a horse. He asked me to be an assistant scout leader. HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HA! I immediately told him there wasn't a chance in hell I would ever be willing to participate in scouts more than I already have to and he continued to try to convince me that I should be excited for this opportunity. He asked me again and I explained to him in detail just how much I hate attending pack meeting. I reminded him that I work until nearly 6:00 everyday and that the scouts meet at 4:30 and still he persisted. He told me that he was asking me because he thought I would do a great job and I told him he didn't know me at all if he thought that. I told him again that I would never ever in a million years be willing to take part in any kind of scouting leadership and began to take my leave. He was still trying to convince me as I walked out and shut the door on him.