Our numbers were down at the teacher lunch table today. Only five of us showed up to entertain ourselves and revel in the company of adults.
Two of our members, let's call them Sis and Bubba, had a spirited conversation concerning electric bills, house construction, and renewable energy. Not that there's anything wrong with that. However, the other three of us dullards were unable to settle upon a topic to discuss amongst ourselves. We watched Sis and Bubba gesticulate and nod and raise their eyebrows. Finally, in an effort to steer them to a more interesting topic in the eyes of us three third wheels, I said, "Why don't the two of you just get a show on HGTV already and be done with it?"
They laughed. And continued their little environmentally-friendly conversation. Really? REALLY? Because if I want a green lunch, I'll go to the high school cafeteria. Oh...never mind.
While Sis and Bubba were expounding on the merits of solar panels and the pitfalls of hailstorms, I turned to Missus on my left. "NOW I know how students feel in my classroom. I want to jab a sharp pencil into each ear."
On my right, Mister, our guy with a personal story to fit every situation, got up and left. Thumped the green bean stems out of his tray, pushed it through the hot-water-hose window, and left the immediate vicinity of the cafeteria.
I turned back to Mrs. "You KNOW it's bad when Mister gets up to leave because he's bored."