Maybe This Will Tide You Over

I'm up to my @ss in alligators this week, and to mix metaphors even further, am busier than the one-legged man at the butt-kicking contest as a result.  However, given that my last post is a recycling of an older post, I am feeling under the gun to give you folks some new content.  I figure this little story will give you a chuckle while I wait for a chunk of time to free up.

The back story:  This fall, my teaching team took our kids to Boston for a day o' fun and learnin'.  Our math teacher saved my size-L keister by making up spreadsheets that listed the kids by name, allocated them to a bus, and divided them by chaperone.  He saved me about five hours of work and a nervous breakdown in the process.  Seriously, I would have owed him my firstborn child, except he is far too smart to saddle his newlywed self and wife with a four-year-old who has a penchant for telling long, pointless stories about fairies and crawling into bed with the adults of the house at 3 a.m.  But I digress.

To show my appreciation for his efforts, I texted A. the following message that evening:

I owe you one!  How do you take your coffee?

To which he replied:

Large, milk only... served by a big-chested 21-year-old.

My response:

YOU WANT MICHAEL PHELPS TO SERVE YOU COFFEE??  Hey, not that there's anything wrong with that...

You know how you always think of the PERFECT comeback a minute too late?  That exchange remains the shining example of the one time in my life when I actually had the last word.

I'll be back atcha soon with more tales of household incompetence (mine), anguished adolescents (my students), and general observations on the ludicrous, ridiculous, and unspeakable (for which see Rock of Love Bus, birthday party goodie-bag escalation, and anything to do with Nadya Suleiman and her eight kids). 

Comments

[Cherie]

GREAT comeback!