All good things do have to come to an end, which implies all bad things (King Donald) do not. Just had to get that one in. My lunch lady career crossed the finish line one Friday afternoon.
I was caught taking pictures and videos of the kids on the playground. It was a sunny day and the little ones were ever so happy. Well their happiness fueled my happiness and I felt obligated to share all of the happiness with my friends and family. So I snapped a few and filmed a few Duck, Duck Goose games and a Hop Scotch tournament.
Bad idea. That’s what I was told when summoned to the principal’s office. I guess some of these snooty suburban types found it offensive. Well la de da, as Annie Hall once said. It was an elderly Lunch Lady that ratted me out. She felt she deserved my shift due to her longevity. Sadly for her she passed two weeks later, so we both lost our shifts.
To defend my mistake, I tend to not think things through all the way prior to taking action, or in this case yelling ACTION before filming an innocent unaware cast. But my action was small beans compared to that Jeffrey Epstein character. I deleted the pictures and clips from my cell phone. His dirty business was redacted.
I tried a gig at the high school but it was a fifteen minute walk. The commute was killing me plus high schoolers aren’t needy like five year olds … yet they still make a mess. Turns out I was more of a custodian than a Lunch Lady.
Oops the doorman’s buzzing, so let’s wrap this up. COVID came along.
The End.