The longer you stay, the longer you'll HAVE to stay. You'd think I learned that lesson long ago. Yet I still pooh-pooh at those teachings.
I meant to get out of Newmentia early today. Not early, like before the final bell. But early, like before 3:30. Or maybe even by 3:15!
Alas, the best-laid plans of Mrs. Hillbilly Mom and The Pony are often laughed at by Farmer H and my sister the ex-mayor's wife and Mrs. Not-A-Cook and Arch Nemesis.
I am having a substitute tomorrow for a doctor appointment, and all I needed to do was stow away the items on my desk. The plans were written, and the answer keys copied, lest the sub get a hankerin' to grade papers like our best old ex-sub Walt. The assignments were laid by the pencil sharpener with care, in ecstasy now that Mrs. HM won't be there. I put out four crappy writing implements, and stashed mine in a bottom drawer. I directed The Pony to stack my vital top-secret papers in plain sight on the broken-down bookcase. I had already written the assignments on the whiteboard.
Then all not-heaven broke loose! Farmer H started texting me about his lawn-mowing plans. My sister the ex-mayor's wife started texting me about her new clown nose (more on this somewhere or another in a few days). Mrs. Not-A-Cook stopped me to give me a heads-up on a mutual student, and Arch Nemesis reared her hollow head to ask for an answer key that she asked me to make up several years ago. A leopard cannot change its spots.
I finally managed to escape at 4:00.
I should know to run out of there at the stroke of 3:10.
Extra unpleasant things come to those who wait.