We were invited to a “pitch-in” this weekend. I get the electronic invitation, and am rushing through emails, so don’t fully open it up. I see a big ice cream illustration, though, so I’m subconsciously thinking, sure: a party where we will all help work on something, and then get some ice cream. We could do that. We can pitch-in our labors.
But later, when it came time to rsvp, I discovered the truth: “pitch-in” is Midwestern-ese for “pot-luck.”
Now that is labor I can handle.