Last week I was asked to attend an American Lit meeting. The American literature department at my high school has five teachers. Two of the five teachers share the position of level lead. I was the only teacher to show up to the meeting who is not a level lead. There I was sitting in a desk, while the two level leads delivered their presentation to me. I sat in that desk and absolutely laughed my ass off. I couldn’t help it.“What’s so funny, buddy?” asked one of the department leads who is a year younger than my oldest daughter and always calls me buddy.
“Am I the only one that sees the humor in this?” I asked in between snorts.
The two of them stared at me like I was dancing naked with my hair on fire.
“Humor?” the kid asked.
“Don’t you guys think it’s funny that it’s just me?”
Again, they hit me with the dancing naked with my hair on fire look.
“Don’t you guys think it’s funny that there are two level leads for a level that has just five people?”
The crickets were chirping and the forty percent of the level that were level leads continued to stare blankly.
“You guys really don’t see the humor in this?”
The woman looked like she was trying to catch flies while the kid cocked his head and said, “You remind me of my dad.”
