Every elementary school has one: the lady who screams in the cafeteria, trying to get the little hellions to shove some chow in their pie holes and stop yammering. In our small school, this lady carries a bullhorn during lunch. She also helps load up the little germ bags into the cars at the end of the day as we ubermommies sit in our SUV's, air conditioning blasting, filling the air with carbon monoxide, waiting in the 100 degree heat, to fetch our precious little offspring. This lady doesn't like anyone...she doesn't smile...she never says hello or "you're welcome" when thanked...she scowls a lot...and she LOVES Rufus. All the girls love Rufus.
So we see this cafer-tear-ya, car rider line, scary lady with a bullhorn at dinner last night. Rufus has a lovely bruise on his chin, and as we were passing the lady's table, she and her husband stopped him. I didn't know this and kept walking for a few feet. Then I heard laughter and glee. Here's what had transpired:
Scary Lady (with big smile on her face), to Rufus: "Hello! Oh my! What happened to your chin?"
Rufus: "Barfight."
SL: "What?"
R: "I said BARFIGHT. That's what happened to my chin!"
SL, laughing hysterically: "Good lord! Are you okay?"
R: "You should have seen the other guy."
No wonder they love him.
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