A new meaning for the term "Open House"
Hmm. Scorching heat. 15 hour days. AC on the fritz. Dry cleaning bills. Working four weeks before you see a paycheck. Yes, it must be open house time!
So Youngfella teaches next door to me. Nice guy. Last year at open house, he went through three-fourths of the night before he realized his fly was unzipped, and boy, did the other
So we're sitting there waiting for yet another
It's the mother in me. I can't help it.
"Hey, Poohbear. XYZ." I tried to say it quietly. Yes, he had done it again.
He blushes and closes the ol' barn door. My colleagues begin to ki-yipe to the heavens. Total mayhem. Then they start harshing on me for warning the poor young sap. Can you imagine the fallout if he'd done it two years in a row???
He has been sufficiently worshipful of me in the days since, as is my due as the only kind-hearted soul in the department.