Yesterday afternoon, back to crosswalk duty after spring break week, a couple of my regular customers were making predictions. We stood there in the blustery wind, our respective hoodies revealing just small portions of our rosy cheeked faces.
Purple hood: We're supposed to get 6 to 10 inches of snow.
Me: Really?? *looks at the blue sky, just a few clouds blowing around*
Red hood: Hey, maybe you won't have to work here tomorrow.
Me: Don't count on it. If I were you, I'd do my homework tonight.
But the hooded prophets were correct! We're having a freaking snow day! I think this is number 4 on the school year.
This morning, while not freezing at the crosswalk, I went onto my f*book to catch any teacher friend comments. I wasn't surprised to see several:
"So yeah, I check my f*book rather than the district website to see if it's a snowday" *addict*
"Snow day... F**K yes!" *whoa?*
Then I came across this:
OH WAIT, he's done it again. Wolfgang has logged onto his f*book on "my" computer. This is his feed, not mine!
Logoff! LOG. OFF!
I've seen our future. It looks a lot like my past.