Half of a conversation today during 3rd grade recess duty:
"Hey, what's your name again?"
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"Oh yeah, Miss Fisher--hey, I saw you the other night."
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"You were picking up the tail of your car off the road."
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"Your car bumper, yeah. I was in my mom's Trailblazer and I saw you. I thought your name was Mrs. Kingfisher, but when I saw you I couldn't remember."
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Just one more reminder that life is an open book. There is no escape--even if you're downtown, late for Messiah rehearsal, standing on a dark side street waiting for the police to show up, and yes, putting the front bumper over the passengers' side of your never-quite-ghetto-enough car.
My dad had just finished fixing it that afternoon, bless his heart.
HOLY HIPAA! I think there should be laws protecting teachers and healthcare providers from being gossiped and facebook'd about by their students and patients.
ReplyDeleteThat aside... Ms. Kingfisher, I wish my life were as cute as yours. :P