Thursday, August 25, 2016
It was the very end of the day in the science class at the continuation high school. A student returned from the restroom.
"Pass." I held out my hand.
The boy looked at the floor. "I lost it."
He had been gone a reasonable length of time. It wasn't a long distance. The passes are the size of a half sheet of paper and are laminated. How...?
The explanation was detailed, but it didn't make any sense to me. Something about it getting stuck in some sort of crack and he couldn't get it back out.
"Oooh! You're going to get in trouble..."
I hardly thought so. But the rest of the class enjoyed the idea.
I noted it in the note (so the teacher knew why his restroom pass was missing). Then, due diligence and all, I notified the office as I checked out for the day.
The secretary got out the walkie-talkie to call the school's custodian... (Walkie-talkies are issued to staff that don't stay in one place very long: the principal, the counselor, the custodian, security, etc.) Partly to see if he could retrieve it. (He couldn't. He couldn't find it.) But mostly, to share the funny with those within walkie-talkie range.