Wednesday, February 3, 2016

They Might Be Coming To Take Us Away, Heh, Heh!

I suspect, perhaps, that if Newmentia was an English boarding school, the pupils would think us faculty to be quite daft. As it is, I doubt few of them know the meaning of daft. But they know we’re not quite normal. Especially on a day like today, when we convened the Semi Weekly Meeting of the Newmentia Lunch Time Think Tank.

Let the record show that we were sedate and pedestal-worthy during the first half of the meeting. I attribute that to the presence of a replacement for Sweet Alabama Beige, who doesn’t even HAVE our lunch shift this year. The replacement stated that the ENTIRE CLASS told her they belonged to book club, which was meeting at that time, so she decided to take her lunch early, with us. Yeah. Nobody even said anything to her about that decision.

As the meeting progressed, Tomato-Squirter declared that she was fed up with some of the mascot names for sports teams. That came about because a discussion ensued over the cheer used during last night’s game, against a mascot named for a type of dog breed. “I really don’t think that cheer of ‘Beat, beat the Doggies!’ was very inappropriate,” said The Woodsman. Which set off Tomato-Squirter.

“I really think they need to get rid of the Gamecocks. It annoys me to no end.”

“Why? It’s just a chicken. Is your mind in the gutter again? Why can’t they be Gamecocks?” The Think Tank never lets an opportunity to needle Tomato-Squirter go to waste.

“No! It’s a FIGHTING chicken!”

“I think it’s more of a kind of pheasant.”

“Oh. Is THAT what it is?”

Jewels had been silently feasting on her raw multicolored peppers dipped in ranch dressing, most likely having finished off the previous day’s meal of Brussel sprouts floating in beef stew. She stated matter-of-factly, “I’ll bet they call each other Little Peckers.”

You could have heard us hooting all the way over at the replacement for Basementia.

Well done, Jewels. Mrs. Hillbilly Mom tips her pink flamingo hat topped by her pink Dolly Parton cowgirl hat to you.

Yes. The Think Tank IS quite daft.


Sioux said...

It's amazing what kind of bawdy talk happens when teachers are gathered together without kids.

fishducky said...

I KNOW the meaning of daft & I think it covers you!!

Hillbilly Mom said...

It's a stress-reliever! We mean them no harm. It's all we have. And I'm always reluctant to participate in front of a temporary replacement.

Guilty as charged!