As I walked through the school’s office one day last week, checking my mailbox, I saw a student from last year sitting at the principal’s secretary’s desk. I popped my head in and asked why she was there. She told me that the secretary was in a meeting and had asked her to “hold down the fort” for a few minutes. She sounded a little nervous about maybe having to answer the phone.
So I went back to my room, got on the phone, and called the office. She answered with a rehearsed but anxious professional greeting, after which I proceeded to order a pizza. I asked for thick crust, extra cheese, with bacon and sausage.
There was a long pause and then, stammering a little, she said, “Uh, I think you have the wrong number, sir.” I let another pause go by, then said, “Hey, don’t worry. It’s me, Mr. Huston.”
A third pause, then, “Oh, you are NOT funny.”