The Required Amount at the Prescribed Rate (Handcrafted From the Finest Corinthian Leather)
This Is the Reaction I Expect!
I received a voice-message at work on Tuesday, which is usually something bad-- and the computerized voice said that the message was "80 seconds long," which is a pretty long message, so I was expecting the worst . . . an irate parent or an administrator reminding me of something important I had forgotten, but from the first moment of the message I knew this was going to be different; it was a woman calling to express her rapturous adulation for my editorial opposing charter schools (which had just appeared in the local paper) and it was so impassioned that it made me blush, there were times when she seemed to be at a loss for words, nearly swooning with emotion toward my "cogency," and to confirm my suspicions about the tone, I let a few other people listen to the message (I've been known, on occasion, to misinterpret the female tone of voice) and they all agreed that I was correct in my inference . . . and I can't reproduce the commentary from the other teachers here because this is a family friendly blog, but you can imagine what went on (and I should point out that the woman-- who no longer has any students in the school-- left her phone number, though she said I didn't have to call her back) and, though it made me a bit uncomfortable, I think I'd like more of these messages, so if you read something wonderful that I've written, this is the reaction I will now expect of you.
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Please post your home phone number here in this slice of the internet. Don't worry, no one will ever see it...
That was my voicemail.
the only reason i won't post my number is because of the inevitable disappointment that will happen in the days after . . .
Igor's high school teacher?
Awesome crossover comment, Leck. And if nobody had deduced that Dave's super-serious editorials were merely a ploy to induce lurid phone calls from cougars . . . well, just weren't trying.
Lecky needs to visit and comment on G:TB.
Eat more tacos.
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