Just A Thought…
I just went to the art store in an attempt to relive my childhood. You see, when I was little, there was an art store near my house that I went to so often, I practically bankrupted my parents. (Thanks mom!) But then it went out of business. The other day, I was driving around doing errands when I got lost and…stumbled upon the same art store!
Since there was no school today, I decided to (hold on) do something for myself (ta-dah!). It was dusty and cluttered and fabulous. Pens, pencils, papers, all kinds of paints scattered everywhere. I was chatting with the owner, and revealed that I am a teacher. Just then another woman walked in and the owner told me that she was a teacher and long-time customer as well.
Me: Hi, how are you? Enjoying the day off?
Me: (Did she just grunt at me? Or did she just have lunch and is suffering from some indigestion?) I hear you’re a teacher too.
Her: Yea. Where do you teach?
Me: In the neighboring city. (Ok, I didn’t really say that, because that sounds a bit lame, but I’m certainly not going to out myself for this blog post)
Her: Me too. What school? (More grunting.)
Me: The Blah Blah School.
Her: Never heard of it. You new?
Me: No, actually I’ve been teaching for eight years.
Her: (grunts) You hate it yet?
Um, pardon me? First of all, we’re not at work today and that’s pretty killer. Second, why do you keep grunting? And third, what is wrong with you? I don’t even know this person and am just trying to exchange some pleasantries, but she seems hellbent on grunting and being negative. Even I, Ms. Negative Von Complains A Lot, am not THAT negative, especially on a day off.