I believe I have mentioned one of my many, many jobs is organizing the training program here. In that capacity, I field calls from the public where all sorts of riff raff plead “Oh please, mrpeenee, please let me come teach a class for you.” And then I say something like “Well that’s a very interesting point,” and pretend to listen to whatever it is they’re saying while I’m really savoring the post over on Stirred Straight Up where tjb wrote a thrilling ode to Sam Elliot.
This morning, my first back in the office after the tribulations of going to Washington, I had some schmoe making his pitch when I heard a rather distinctive sound in the background. “Surely this guy is not pissing while he’s asking me to let him be a teacher here,” I thought. My charitable denial might have lasted longer if the even more distinctive sound of a toilet flushing hadn’t come though then.
Mr. schmoe will not be presenting a seminar at our agency.