So, I was delighted by this conversation first thing this morning upon my arrival to the school grounds.
Sixty-something-year-old Crossing Guard: "I have a question for you."
Me: "OK, sure, what?"
Crossing Guard: "Do you go to school here?"
Me: "Do you mean, 'Am I a student?'"
Crossing Guard: "Yeah."
Me: "No, I'm a teacher."
Crossing Guard: "For how long?"
Me: "This is my ninth year."
Crossing Guard: "I thought you were a student last year when every day I'd see you ride your bike."
Me: "Nope, but hey, thanks for making my day!!!"
So, chalk it up to my small stature, or perhaps the fact that my bike of choice happens to be a BMX, or quite possibly the fact that I'm not always the most mature person around...but hey, no matter how you look at it, that fella thought I was no older than twelve!
Thanks, life, for that little morning bonus!
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