Things we probably shouldn't do.

Today was the last day of school and during our closing luncheon we had a drawing for a gift certificate at a local steakhouse. Now being a "goody two shoes" I live my life imagining mischief, so on my ticket I wrote "Seymour Butz",ala Bart Simpson, egged on by my colleague who thought it was funny and had probably made a career of getting other people in trouble. In my mind, writing "Seymour Butz" gave me the vicarious thrill of imagining the hilarity if it was actually chosen: with none of the consequences of course. If anything, it was kind of like being a kid and throwing a rock at a wasps nest. You're curious and excited about what might happen but you don't really want to hit that thing.

I have to admit, some part of me wanted that ticket to be pulled. I even folded the ticket in a zig zag pattern. Why? so it wouldn't stick to the other tickets and it would also take up more space.

Now a story like this can only lead to one conclusion. To my mortification,
the self appointed curmudgeon of the math department, Ms. Morgan, was handed a familiarly folded ticket. A knot formed in my stomache, my forehead fell to the table and I cringed in absolute embarrassment as Ms. Morgan slowly read,

"See-more Buttz? There's no Seymore who works at this school. Ok, who's the clown!"

Amidst the snickers and laughter, Ms. Morgan (who was also an ex-police officer) eyes scanned the room until she spotted me cowering.

"Gen? You? I don't believe this. See this is what I have to work with!"

Things I learned today:

1) I would probably make a pretty poor criminal
2) According to Ms. Morgan, I am a dead man.
3) Don't throw a stone at a wasps nest unless you're prepared to be called Seymour or Butts for the rest of the day.