Yesterday was invisible spaghetti.
We have student teachers amongst us at work. They're just there to observe, but it forces some of us to consider how odd some of the things we've gotten used to really are.
Just as an example, I had been called over at recess to purchase some invisible ice cream from the four year olds in their little playhouse. As is usually the case, I ended up walking around holding my invisible ice cream (strawberry and peanut butter flavor. with sprinkles)and making yummy noises while my entourage clambers to be the one to get to hand me a new invisible flavor. It's all very cute until you realize you're getting an odd look from a stranger who doesn't know about the invisible ice cream, who has no idea what you're doing, and is looking a little aghast at the spectacle of someone going 'nomnomnum' into the empty air over their own loosely-held fist.
"Invisible ice cream," I said.
"Ahhh," was the reply, and the expression was still concerned.
"New customer!" I yelled, pointing. The horde charged, and I made my getaway in the confusion.
Just as an example, I had been called over at recess to purchase some invisible ice cream from the four year olds in their little playhouse. As is usually the case, I ended up walking around holding my invisible ice cream (strawberry and peanut butter flavor. with sprinkles)and making yummy noises while my entourage clambers to be the one to get to hand me a new invisible flavor. It's all very cute until you realize you're getting an odd look from a stranger who doesn't know about the invisible ice cream, who has no idea what you're doing, and is looking a little aghast at the spectacle of someone going 'nomnomnum' into the empty air over their own loosely-held fist.
"Invisible ice cream," I said.
"Ahhh," was the reply, and the expression was still concerned.
"New customer!" I yelled, pointing. The horde charged, and I made my getaway in the confusion.