questionable forecast

The NPR weatherman promised an "unoffensive day" today (fat chance I think to myself, driving to school).

Sure enough, as I walked to the building I passed by an 8th grader pulling on his school shirt with his pants hanging precariously off his rear-end. "Mumble mumble mumble motherf-cker" I hear him say to his friend. He looks up and sees me glare at him. "Oh, sorry."

(What he doesn't realize is that I'm already late and I'm glaring because now that I heard it I have to say something about it, it's like my job, and frankly I'd rather finish my vanilla latte and change the date on the whiteboard before I have to discipline anyone.)

"ExCUSE me?" I spit out. "Would you please stop for a minute and get dressed and get yourself ready for school before you walk any further?"

He stops. I walk on.

Well, it was a nice thought.