I stopped at the local BBQ tonight (we needed a fix, y’see). The two Sweet Young Things were yammering with each other as they rang up my sale.
One allowed as how she was allergic to lots of things. She explained, “I just say I’m allergic to things I don’t like; cottage cheese, nuts, school …”
I couldn’t help myself.
“You don’t like school?”
“Nope.”
“How come?”
“Because NOW we have to actually DO the work.”
Oh shit.
“What school is that?”
“College.”
“What grade?”
“Junior.”
“What major?”
“Elementary education.”
Oh shit.
“Oh shit” indeed. That’s from reader DJ in the comments to this post.