I can’t get a break in the cafeteria at school. A student is either asking me what they got on the test that they just finished taking 5 minutes before lunch, or they’re trying to put the moves on me. Most recently, it was the latter.
I walked by a table of basketball players, many of whom were in my college composition classes in recently. As I walked to the salad bar, I patted one student, A, on the shoulder and said a general hello to the table. A jumped approximately 10 feet in the air when I touched him. Another student, J, wasted no time.
“Hey. Miss Fugett, you know why A jumped when you patted his shoulder?”
“Uh, no J. I don’t know,” I said a bit confused.
J then went on to say, “It’s because A never had an angel touch him before!”
A jumps in- “Uh, yeah Miss Fugett. Yeah! I never had no angel near me.”
I look at them both and they have the biggest, cheesiest grins on their faces. (I don’t even know what their teammates thought at this point…) And I said, “Guys! You don’t even have me for class anymore. There’s no opportunity for bonus points.” and continued on my way to the salad bar.
Sometimes I wonder about college boys. And apparently sometimes they wonder about me as well!