So I'm sittin in a stall (yes, that's what I was doin, like it's any of your bidness), and I hear three giggly younguns come in. One says, "My hair. . . ." Another says, "I got on a girdle and my bra's cuttin me."
"Really? You're wearin a girdle?"
"Yeah, girl. I'm fat."
I flush and come out, makin for one of the sinks. Without lookin around, I say, "NONE of y'all knows what 'fat' is."
Stunned silence.
Then gales and gales of laughter, upon which I made my exit.
That's why I admire teachers so much (like you...and my mother). All that gigglin' would have had my blood boiling...but there's nothing I could have done about it except take it.
ReplyDeleteI CAUSED the laughter --deliberately. It wasn't blood-boiling; it was enjoyable!
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