Overheard In The Faculty Room
There is a guy who hangs out in the faculty room when I do. He has been at the school forever, is high up in the union, wears a long ponytail and sometimes rides his Harley to school. He is fantastic.
He randomly sings and gets involved in everyone's conversations in a cheery manner. He says everything in a jolly way. Including the following to a somewhat grouchy teacher who only comes in to use the copier, has the title Dr., and speaks with a thick accent:
Dr: Who is on ze copier? (
hops around, hovers over the machine, glaring as if it should always be immediately available to him) Grumble grumble.
Jolly: (
from his spot by a computer, in an optimistic tone) It's not so bad; 6,000 people died in Darfur yesterday.
Dr.: This is rhetoric. 6,000 people die in car accidents yesterday!
Jolly: (
still smiling in a friendly way) Yes. But more people died in Darfur!
Dr.: Grumble grumble grumble.
Jolly: (
looking up, pointing a finger directly at Dr.'s chest, merrily) Did anyone come into your home yesterday, kill you, rape your wife, and throw your children into the fire? (
smiles amiably)
Dr.: (
goes back to hopping around the copier)
Fantastic.