Went to a workshop on Advanced Co-Teaching {I capitalized it because it's a TITLE ~ and it's ADVANCED}. I carpooled with a fellow co-teacher {who happens to be a fellow}. On the way there:
Him: I'm going to ask you something rather rude.
Me: (a tad nervous...I mean I know him pretty well...but when someone ACTUALLY says they are going to be rude) Ok...
Him: I think I'm going to ditch you for lunch. My dad works right up the street at the police station.
Me: Ok, I'll just eat with the other people at the workshop.
Him: Can I take your car?
Me: (rather relieved that I didn't have booger hanging out of my nose) That's fine. Don't wreck it.
And so we go to the workshop and learn all sorts of amazing and wonderful things and now I'm an even better teacher than before. {Actually there was so much information and ideas it was a little overwhelming to think I've been co-teaching all these years and still have so much to learn!} Lunch comes and the ladies go out to eat and Him takes my car to visit his dad. We return to the workshop & get more information & more information & more information. About 2:00 Him leans over and says:
Him: Don't be mad.
Me: What?
Him: There's a gun in your car.
Me: WHAT!?!
Him: Actually there are guns in your car.
Me: I'm going to jail. {Don't really know why I thought I'd go to jail...I don't know if you can just drive around with guns in your car. What the hell? He's got guns in my car.}
I do a mental flip out...but at some point I realize that I'm probably not going to get arrested as no one really knows I have guns in my car unless I start showing them to people {WHICH I WON'T DO}. Then, as we start to walk out to the car with the contraband in it:
Him: Actually, there are guns and knives and a hand grenade in your car.
Me: You're not my friend anymore.
He hops in the car & I put my stuff in the back seat. As I open the driver's door, he's got a gun pointed at me...an OBVIOUSLY plastic toy gun. What a dork. His dad gave him a box of toys for his kid & he's got me freaked out most of the afternoon.
That was Wednesday. On Friday, I'm sitting at lunch and another co-teacher {who is now also ADVANCED in the craft} says:
Her: So, is your car ok?
Me: What are you talking about?
Her: Well, did you look at your car?
Me: I think it's ok, {I drove it to work that day}WHY?
Her: Well, people said it hit something.
Me: What? I didn't see any damage? Who hit something?
Her: People said that it had white paint on it after Him drove it.
Me: Oh, that's just where I keep hitting my garage. {because it's true}
But really? They thought Him hit something with my car...and no one said anything. Come to think of it, I think I will just blame that spot on Him. Way to wreck my car when I was being nice to you and all.
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