A good strong workout helps you realize that not everything is mental. Physical pain can be achieved, too.
~ V. Shnodgrate, Renowned PL Poet
I must admit: This professor had slept lots on it, and I still wasn’t sure what an announcement party was. Time to see, I suppose.
Now, here’s the thing about parties: They’re generally late. Scheduled late, that is. And this one was no exception.
So I waited around all day, and did some little things, like: fantasized about building boxes, strummed a few chords, and thought about chopping wood.
When that was all finished, I left an hour or so early.
And that’s the way it ought to be done when you have somewhere to go first. There’s never any excuse for tardiness.
I stopped by the tea store.
It’s a must to have cherry green tea. A perfect must.
Now, there was one scary thing about going in the tea store.
You see, the store is owned by Clara Higgins, and her older sister. (I don’t know her name, I fear.)
But anyways, Clara and I…well, something sorta happened, and of course this professor didn’t cause it.
As I was walking up to check out with my cherry green tea, I must admit, I was feeling a bit nervous. Which is odd.
The professor is a heartless warrior, see. He’s never nervous; sometimes apprehensive, but never nervous.
Clara was glaring.
“You?!” she snapped. “Can’t believe you have the gall to come in here!”
It was a stumper. She had a point.
Now, Clara had black hair, pointy features (I think) and her hair hung to one side. Don’t ask me how that’s possible. It must have something to do with gravity.
“Umm…” I began. “I needed cherry green tea, see.”
She grabbed it off of me and threw it in a bag.
As I paid up, she said: “You know, I asked you to that party just so I wasn’t alone!”
She threw my bag at me. Goodness, she was cranky.
“Yes, yes,” I said, attempting a defense, “but, see, a thingy came up. A spy thingy. And, plus, I thought you only wanted to be escorted to the party, which I did. Rather remarkably brilliantly, too, you must admit.”
Her green eyes flashed. “I’ll admit nothing! You…you…” She sputtered into nothingness.
“Well,” I said, “now, the sudden, I’m feeling a bit bad about the whole thing. Maybe I should make it up to–”
“Just leave,” she signed. “It’s fine. Never mind.”
Hmm. What a humdinger. Going from ‘not fine’ to ‘fine’ that fastly fast was something. That’s girls for you.
But as I left, I decided this professor would do something to make it up to her, even though she didn’t want me to.
It was chivalrous of me.
And I was feeling like a knight. Perfect mood to be in for the announcement party.