The mother of one of my students leaned out the passenger side window.
"Here." She handed me a packet of microwave popcorn. "It's a late birthday present."
"Thanks! My boyfriend will love this!"
It's true. He really likes microwave popcorn. But mostly I just wanted to seize the opportunity to say "boyfriend" out loud, as I'm entirely sweet on him.
"Who's your boyfriend?" my student asked. The eyes of three other students lit up in that our-teacher-has-another-life way.
"I'll show you."
We walked through the theatre lobby and stood in front of a production shot of him in his Salt Shaker costume. Five eight- and nine-year-olds looked at me as if I'd just turned water into go-gurt.
"That's him? Your boyfriend was Yellow Dog!"
I shall never cease to be the coolest person ever to the youth of today, leaders of tomorrow.
Posted by Ida at November 5, 2003 09:28 AMhi. That was really, really sweet.
Posted by: sjet at November 6, 2003 08:57 AMThat story rules even more in writing than it did coming directly out of your mouth.
Abuse the power, baby. ABUSE IT!
Posted by: freesia at November 6, 2003 09:41 AMYou have a boyfriend.
This seems strange to me.
However, that seems strange to me as well, given that you are after all the Gold Standard of Crushes (this trip down memory lane brought to you by Jim Beam).