Da da da, da da. A student walked in on me and another teacher doing crane. We've been taking advantage of the school work-out room. I only committed to Tuesday-Wednesday-Thursday's. Because Mondays are, you know, Mondays, and Fridays are, well, Fridays.

Anyway he came in as two young-ish teachers are squatting over awkwardly trying to balance like some kind of froggy butterfly, and he said: "Oh, no, I'm sorry," and scampered away as fast as he possibly could. 

It reminded me of a time in some Western store when I was a kid, and this incredibly tall women was trying to get around me, and we kept side stepping, and her huge belt buckle was right at my eye-level, and in the dressing room there was a single cowboy boot poking out from underneath a stool as some kind of decor that can almost scare a kid more than side-stepping with a giant belt buckle.


Anyway, It was pretty funny.