The Principal’s Office

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So far, I have lost 13 pounds. I am so excited. However, it is a long, long, long, long road ahead. I know there are potholes, twists and turns, but I can drive and I am going to drive this old hoopty. I will drive it until I become like a bugatti. Yep! A four million dollar body. Right now my body is about….$100. If you have to ask what a bugatti is, then you cannot afford it. Dont worry, I know what it is and I cant afford it, and I will never afford it. LOL

Bugatti_Veyron_16.4_–_Frontansicht_(2),_5._April_2012,_Düsseldorf

A few years ago, I took my kids and a few other kids to a summer college program for little kids. It was really nice. It was more about fun classes, but they did have academics. I dont remember what school hosted it, but it was a big and beautiful high school. I know it was somewhere out HWY 6 near HWY 90. If you live in the Houston area, you may know where I am talking about.

The kids were in their classes, so I decided to tour the school. I dont know what part of the gigantic school I was in, but I had to use the restroom. I did not see a restroom and I did not know how to get back to where I began. I kept going down halls, but I ended up in another part of the school. Somehow I saw a door that said offices. It was open, so I thought someone was in there that could help me. I went in and nobody was there. I saw Principal on one of the doors and a light on. I peeped in the door and said, “Hello!” in my Medea voice. NOBODY!

By now, I had to use it like a two year old. I was jumping around and almost in tears. Oh yeah! I remembered from being a teacher, most Principals have restrooms in their offices. I know I should not enter other people’s private offices, but it was either enter or let the river Michelle flow all over the ground. LOL I went in and there was a restroom for the principal. I ran in and shut the door. Once I was done, I washed my hands. On the sink was some cute little figurines that were mini old fashion classrooms. My nosy self decided to pick one up. My hands were wet and it slipped. Yes, it broke! OMG! What to do? Before I could think, I heard someone say, “Who is in there?” “Uhm…I am a parent and..” I could not finish because I heard another voice say, “Dont open the door. Remember we had a break in a few days ago. Go get officer Ghent.” Officer Ghent? All I wanted to do was use the restroom. I looked at that little figurine in my hand and saw, it was not to bad. A little piece was off and it could be glued. No Problem! Wrong! “I am coming out.” I said as I pushed on the door. I could not get out. I think they were holding me in. I kept saying, I am a parent and I had to use the restroom. They did not understand why I came in the Principal’s office to use the restroom. “I got lost!”

Five minutes later, I heard, “Come out slowly with your hands in the air.” What? Are they kidding? I decided to put the figurine in my purse because it did look bad. I slowly opened the door and there was the school cop with his gun drawn. I did not know what to do, so I went back in the restroom. He kept saying come out and I kept saying, “Not until you put that gun down.” Luckily, I had my cell phone with minutes. You know I had a pay as you go back in those days. I called the other parent who came with me. After she stopped laughing, she came to my rescue.

About two minutes later, I heard everyone laughing. My friend told me to come out. The Principal , his secretary, the school police officer and my friend were all laughing at me. I explained and we all laughed.

“Oh sorry.” I said as I handed the Principal the broken figurine. He stopped laughing, and we went on about our business. The moral of this story is use the restroom before you go on a journey or at least ask someone! LOL

Keep it healthy Peeps!

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