School reopened today after a two-week Christmas break. I arrived bright and early, Starbucks latté in hand, wondering if I still remembered how to do this teaching thing. I stopped in the office to catch up with the secretaries and principal and anyone else who might wander through, looking just as discombobulated as I did.
I asked my principal how his holiday was. “Pretty lame,” he smiled. “Must be my age. How was yours?”
“Mine was kinda lame too,” I responded. “Nothing new or exciting, I just ate, drank and slept a lot.” I scowled at my latté. “In fact, I think I’m in withdrawal. Where’s the Bailey’s for my coffee?”
We both laughed. I moved on. Then he called me back.
“Hey, Pinklea! Look what I found on my desk! You should have it.”
(And just to be clear, this is a mini-bottle, not the full-size version!)