Pals

The principal here at school says some odd things. Unintentionally hilarious as they are, sometimes I wonder if he doesn't have a bit of a problem with social cues. Or maybe he's just very naive- I mean, he did come from a Catholic school. I'm sure they wouldn't have seen the inherent humor in his comments, like when I was in his office for an observation meeting and he was tapping a particularly bulbous pen on his desk, muttering "Now where should I stick this?"

Or maybe I just have a sick sense of humor. Because I definitely had to stifle a snort of laughter.

Like right before last Christmas break when the youth services group here in town was selling those Kissing Balls as a fundraiser and he got on the intercom to make the announcement: "Anyone interested in kissing balls, please come to the front office" and I heard the entire 8th grade erupt upstairs.

Or last week when he needed volunteers to work the grills at the school's Open House night, and he emailed the entire staff to ask if anyone would "grill his tube steaks".

Or yesterday, when someone asked if a meeting was mandatory and he replied, "Well, I'm not going to gag, blindfold, tie you to a chair, and make you come. But it would be nice."

Sigh. This has been a long year, folks.