On a fairly regular basis, my best friend and I get together for a date night. This week was shopping and dinner. I forget exactly how the conversation went, but we ended up talking about work and getting stuff on our clothes. Then this came out of my mouth: "I end up coming home from work with chalk handprints on my ass." Kelsey chuckled, and then we both look up to see our waiter with his jaw practically on the floor.
Anyone who knows that I work with kids wouldn't have given it a second thought, but this poor guy just overheard a part of our conversation knowing nothing about me. The look on his face was priceless.
In order to restore any respect in his eyes, I then had to explain that I work in a preschool and there are a few handsy boys in my class. I'm not quite sure he believed me...
When the meal was done and paid for, we started out the door, waving goodbye to our waiter. As I turned around to walk out, I could tell that he was checking to see if there was, in fact, chalk handprints anywhere to be found.
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