Postcards from the Funny Farm

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What follows is a tumblelog style conversation between myself and the office at the school I work.  The names are fictional but based on the event exactly as it happened:

Phone: Hi, this is the office, is Jeanette there? Her parents are here, she has to go home.
Me: No, she’s at recess.
Phone: Oh ok.
PAUSE
Phone: Mr. Riley, Jeanette is not on the playground
Me: Oh, let me run around and see if she’s in one of the classes.
RUN RUN RUN
Me: (saying to kid on playground) “Where’s Jeanette?”
Kid: She’s right there (points)
Me: Oh my gosh, why did they say she wasn’t on the playground? Ok.  Go tell her run to the office, her parents have been there a while.
——3-4 minutes later
Phone:  “Did we find Jeanette?”
Me: Uhhh yeah, on the playground.  I don’t know why the aides outside said she wasn’t there but okay, thanks.  I hang up.
Knock knock — I go to the door Guess who???
Jeanette: Do you need me Mr. Riley?
Me: NOOOOO go to the office your parents are waiting!!!!!
Jeanette: I have to get my backpack.
Me: Get it quickly and go, run! (she gets it with 4 f her friends like a snaiiiiiiil)
Phone:  Mr. Riley, is she coming, how long? Her parents are in a hurry.  They hang up.
Me: She is on her way. (I realize they didn’t hear me talking because they hung up mid sentence).

ugh