A couple of nights ago, I ran into a girl from my high school class. She and I always got along fine, but we were never friends. Actually, my best friend is a year younger, so while I got along with everyone in my own class, I wasn't really that close to any of them.
Anyway, this girl was pleased to see me, and said that they missed me last weekend. I asked her who missed me, and wondered why. Her response: "Our ten year reunion was last Saturday. We missed you there." Now, this girl has no reason to kiss up to me, so I don't doubt her sincerity. I looked her square in the eye and replied, "I was not invited to a reunion." Shocked, she apologized and said that she would make sure that didn't happen next time.
Now, I am not sad that I missed the reunion -- I really don't mind that I missed hanging out with a bunch of people that I got along with a few years back. I am just amused and annoyed by the fact that I just taught for a semester at my old high school. I had the reunion organizer's brother as one of my students, and I subsitute taught with her dad. Although I have not been in the area for the bulk of these past ten years, I have been on-hand of late.
Moreover, I am annoyed that I was not given the opportunity to pull something like this at the reunion:
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Well, it's nice to know it won't happen next time. (???) The next ten year reunion?
It must prey on your mind as to whether they had rubber chicken or rubber meatballs.
Yes, that "next time" thing really tickled me. In fact, it was all I could do to stifle a laugh.
My guess, incidentally, is that the rubber meatballs were served during cocktail hour. The rubber chicken was the entree.
Ha Ha. Great title.
Just be glad that you saved yourself the requisite hangover!
Very true! It really doesn't matter where one attends high school...the stories are all the same.
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