Evidently, I took the summer off from blogging. Oops. I was too busy doing nothing + professional development.
Back to school, I have been enduring some meetings that lasted for what felt like the entirety of summer break. At one point, I decided that it would be a super idea to enter my administrator’s number into my cellphone, in case of emergencies. So I carefully transcribed the digits to the screen, adding a cheerful “testing” message as well.
A few hours later, when I had received no confirmation, I followed up with a request for a return text, verifying that things were in place.
The response, which fell slightly short of said verification: “You are an ugly man stop trying to stalk me loser.” It would seem that things are most certainly not in place.
This administrator has a sense of humor, but not enough to pull that off. I responded.
“Okay so def wrong number!”
The good-natured reply:
“Your d—k was tiny as hell.”
Well, that does make sense, seeing as how I am not a dude. . .
Ah, back to school—where the improbable becomes the commonplace.
The moral of the story: check the number, with spectacles in place.
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