Back to School
So, registered the Spawn for school yesterday. School. As in High School.
Frigging hell...
The comedy, though? Many of the teachers & staff from my day are still there.
So we got in the queue for the locker padlocks, got to the front of the line & the secretary, Linda, just stared at me. She looked puzzled at first, with the "I know you. I know I know you. Why do I.....? Oh. Damn." Watching her realize why she knew me AND why I was there was priceless.
Happened at least 3 more times that afternoon.
One of J's teacher? Scully. The "assistant dean of students/assistant JV football coach" from my day. Heavy-handed, with a reputation for being a bully to students. He knew many of my friends because of the trouble we'd get into (although I rarely got caught & never by him). He seemed to revel in trying to goad students into physical aggression, like when he physically wrapped raw shop chains around a student's pristine motorcycle & yanked it out of a parking space. (The student had a parking sticker which is supposed to transfer across all vehicles, but it was on his primary vehicle - the car that was in the shop.)
I swear, if Scully is still pulling his shenanigans, I'm going to take great joy in being a parent & putting him back in his place.
Frigging hell...
The comedy, though? Many of the teachers & staff from my day are still there.
So we got in the queue for the locker padlocks, got to the front of the line & the secretary, Linda, just stared at me. She looked puzzled at first, with the "I know you. I know I know you. Why do I.....? Oh. Damn." Watching her realize why she knew me AND why I was there was priceless.
Happened at least 3 more times that afternoon.
One of J's teacher? Scully. The "assistant dean of students/assistant JV football coach" from my day. Heavy-handed, with a reputation for being a bully to students. He knew many of my friends because of the trouble we'd get into (although I rarely got caught & never by him). He seemed to revel in trying to goad students into physical aggression, like when he physically wrapped raw shop chains around a student's pristine motorcycle & yanked it out of a parking space. (The student had a parking sticker which is supposed to transfer across all vehicles, but it was on his primary vehicle - the car that was in the shop.)
I swear, if Scully is still pulling his shenanigans, I'm going to take great joy in being a parent & putting him back in his place.