The Battle Cry of All Flatware...
The middle school where I work has a full-time police presence on campus this year. The young man they hired is a member of the Leander police department. He's a very nice guy, and he's befriended us lunch ladies.
Most mornings he stops by and chats, maybe grabs a bit of leftover breakfast from the first meal we serve, and then grabs lunch later on.
He's a smart, young fellow with a quick wit; and he doesn't embarrass easily, which is a good thing considering our team's sense of humor.
Anyway, the Leander police uniform is all black, with the prerequisite shiny, silver buckles and buttons; and he cuts a very authoritative figure in it.
He was, of course, wearing it last week when he stopped in to grab some breakfast, and chat up my boss and some of the other ladies who were hanging out in my boss' office.
As usual, they were all laughing and exchanging jokes; so when I passed by them on my way to get something from the pantry, I glanced over and noticed that Gary(that's his name), was holding a spoon.
And a very nice spoon, I might add. It had the silver bowl on the end, and a black handle circled with a couple of silver, metal bands. It matched his uniform perfectly. Stopping to look at it, I couldn't help but grin.
He noticed me staring, and playfully demanded, "What?"
I pointed, and quipped, "So what, they're arming you with spoons now?"
To which he raised it, shook it non-threateningly in my face, and jokingly retorted, "Yeah! It's getting vicious out there!"
Most mornings he stops by and chats, maybe grabs a bit of leftover breakfast from the first meal we serve, and then grabs lunch later on.
He's a smart, young fellow with a quick wit; and he doesn't embarrass easily, which is a good thing considering our team's sense of humor.
Anyway, the Leander police uniform is all black, with the prerequisite shiny, silver buckles and buttons; and he cuts a very authoritative figure in it.
He was, of course, wearing it last week when he stopped in to grab some breakfast, and chat up my boss and some of the other ladies who were hanging out in my boss' office.
As usual, they were all laughing and exchanging jokes; so when I passed by them on my way to get something from the pantry, I glanced over and noticed that Gary(that's his name), was holding a spoon.
And a very nice spoon, I might add. It had the silver bowl on the end, and a black handle circled with a couple of silver, metal bands. It matched his uniform perfectly. Stopping to look at it, I couldn't help but grin.
He noticed me staring, and playfully demanded, "What?"
I pointed, and quipped, "So what, they're arming you with spoons now?"
To which he raised it, shook it non-threateningly in my face, and jokingly retorted, "Yeah! It's getting vicious out there!"