At the very end of the day, a day book-ended by morning duty and afternoon parking lot duty...just as Mrs. HM was making a
As Mrs. Hillbilly Mom reached for the now-closed door of the teacher workroom, TWO STUDENTS CAME OUT!
"Oh. Excuse me. I don't mean to intrude on your time in the STUDENT LOUNGE!"
You'd think one might catch the sarcasm. But no. Apparently this lad, like Daisy Mabel, niece of Clark Griswold in National Lampoon's Vacation, was born without a tongue...was born without a sarcasm bone in his body. He chuckled. And then asked, "Do you have change for a five? Because that machine won't take a five!"
But of course. Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is now the banker for trespassers. So she reached into her pocket, drew out her wad of school money that she carries every day, lest she be accosted by donation-collectors all willy-nilly, and counted. Five. Exactly five.
And what happened then? In Newmentia they say
Mrs. HM's cold heart grew three sizes that day.
Had we not watched a video with a sidewinder devouring a lizard this very day? And had that kid not turned to his buddy and said, "That's how I feel after school. As soon as I get some food, I swallow it all at once in a hurry." Was this not after-school hours, with him waiting for his team bus to leave for an away game tonight?
Yes. Mrs. Hillbilly Mom forked over her ones for his five. Upon which he and his buddy dashed right back into the closed-door teacher workroom, and set upon the snack machine like slavering wolves upon a tender bunny.
I really don't know what got into me. I have an urge to hold hands with all the News down in Newville, and sing carols about the true meaning of afterschool snacks.