Here's the deal. It's 4:15. I've advised 15 students, taught two classes, written out all sorts of forms, and tilted with IT. I have only just done something like eating lunch.
There is no time or energy for wit.
All that matters is that I cannot find my tape. I don't know which one of you took it. I don't care if it's buried under paper and advising forms or poltergiested by the ghost of sandwiches too soggy to eat. I have no care for explanations or apologies.
Return my tape now and the Earth may yet be spared.
Damn, you caught me. Look under the mushroom pile in the corner.
ReplyDeleteI should treat more office searches like a level of Mario Bros.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Belle!