Here's your sign

My elementary school employs some of the best teachers in the State, and probably in the country.  I'm grateful to be in the presence of such talented educators. I think, then, it only fits that we are also home to some of the most incompetent aides known to human-kind.  The following conversation occurred between myself and one of these dim-witted would-be demagogues.  For anonymity's sake, we'll call her Mary:

Mary: Have you seen (the boss)
Me: No, she's at the district.
Mary: Where?
Me: The district office, she had a meeting.
Mary: Where?
Me: The district office, you know the offices for the school district?
Mary: Oh, she's in the office?
Me: No, she's at the offices of Granite School District, like...downtown...
Mary: Oh, so she's not in the building?
Me: No...

I wore my plaid pants to school. Not so unusual. A 1st grader asked me why I was wearing pants that look like pajama pants.

Our little racist had the opportunity to sit down with one of our aides and have a chat.  She's an older African-American woman who grew up in Alabama during the civil rights movement.  I think she left quite an impression on him.