In a sense.
What I mean to say is that it seems to be doing well.
It’s a large establishment.
I was there a week ago.
You may have heard that this professor made quite a scene at Ruber’s Catering, and that I refuse to publicly apologize.
Whatever you heard, I’m sure of one thing.
It’s a dadblamed lie!
I’ll tell you exactly what happened.
I was only trying to be sweet—which is a rare thing for me to be. The professor is usually very wicked.
Well, a week ago I went to get a snack at Ruber’s Catering. I ran into Daddy Salami once inside.
“Hey, P.VJ,” Salami said, “what brings you here, ta me son’s food-shack?”
“I’m here to eat, I think.”
“Good reason.” Salami laughed.
I withdrew quickly—any further conversation with Daddy Salami could have proved dangerous—and sat in the small cafeteria-like section of Ruber’s Catering.
And that’s when I was attacked. I thought about fleeing early, but she had me cornered.
The professor was trapped. And it’s a scary feeling.
Amelia sat down across from me.
Now, you must understand something, Punchy Family, I have met Amelia before, and ever since then, this professor has tried to avoid her. This was a sour circumstance indeed.
“Why, professor!” I think she squealed it out. But I’m unsure. “Isn’t it awesomely awesome that I just ran into the awesome professor?”
I winced. And made no reply.
She winked at me. “I know your secret, professor. The one you don’t tell anyone.” Amelia looked smug.
Amelia knew the professor before he became the professor–if that makes sense.
“Now, now,” I said. “No need to bring such things up. I—”
“Why do you keep it a secret, professor?” she asked.
“I have a stellar idea,” I said. “Let’s change the subject.”
Amelia huffed. “Fine.” Then she smiled. “Don’t you think I look stunning?”
No, I didn’t think so.
Not a bit.
Not even a little bits.
I searched for the right words.
The eyes! Yes. The professor has heard that a girl likes being complicated about her eyes. So that’s where I turned my attention. Now to find something nice to say about them.
Her eyes looked to be shielded in some kind of dark substance. And I had a hard time seeing past the hair that grew out henceforth from the eye.
I had to make a guess.
The professor summoned the courage.
“Say something, professor!” She nearly screamed it.
And I said something.
“You’ve got lovely red eyes.”
The world blew up. Or it seemed to.
Amelia left, screaming the whole way. And she reported the incident.
It was really the nicest thing I could think to say.
What do you think, PF? Should the professor apologize?