Sometimes my life would be
easier if people didn’t help me so much. Today, for instance, when a kid pulled
my emergency tornado evacuation poster off the wall.
“Here. It was falling
down. So I got it for you.”
“That’s very helpful of you, but it was only loose on one corner.”
“But it was going to
fall.”
“I just walked past it. All I do is push it back on the wall. Why are
you taking the sticky squares off?”
“Because they are
stretched out.”
“That happens when you pull it off the wall while it’s still stuck.”
“
“No, they aren’t flat,
so it won’t stick good.”
“They’re sticky squares. They stick to anything. They’ll stick to the
trash bag when you throw them away.”
“Here. What do you
want me to do with this sign?”
“Well, I’d like you to put it back where you got it, but now there’s
nothing to make it stick. I’ll have to put nine more sticky squares on it. I
don’t have time for that right now.”
“Where do you want
it?”
“Put it on the table back here until I get time to put it back up. Why
don’t you just go around the room ripping all my posters off the wall and
taking off their sticky squares?”
”Okay.”
“Sit back down. That was a rhetorical question, requiring no answer and
no action.”
“Oh. I thought you
wanted me to take them down.”
“No. Just like I didn’t want you to take the first one down.”
“I was only trying to
help.”
4 comments:
You are such an ingrate. I appreciate helpfulness like that. When my students anticipate my needs and grab a crate and start passing out something, while I am frantically looking for WHERE I put that exact crate, I bubble over…with gratitude? Well, I bubble over with something.
Sioux,
Tomato, tomahto...we are the same, yet different. You probably wouldn't mind the custodian moving your chairs four inches, either.
Really, the kid was being helpful ...... ever so helpful.
Kathy,
With helpers like that, it's a wonder I get anything done.
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