Thirty years ago, I had once of my most memorable encounters with mom.  It wasn't funny at the time, but as I think about it now, I DO laugh.  Anyway, I have already posted about it, but did so ten years ago.  So, instead of re-writing everything, I'll just put the links to the two posts below.  but really, seriously, you should read this!

Post, Part 1

Post Part 2

Also, here's an addendum to both those posts, but make SURE you read both of them before reading this.

So Monday I went back to high school.  In 5th period, which is like 11:00AM, or so, I was in typing class.  In the middle of doing some typing exercise, the teacher, Mrs. Morris, called me up to her desk.  She said, rather quickly, "Polt, what's this I hear about you being drunk over the weekend?"

Up until this point, I had been rather a goody-goody, and had a reputation as such.  When she asked me this, I simply said, "Me?  Mrs. Morris, does that sound like something I'd do?"  She got a satisfied look on her face and said, "I thought so.  I'll tell them it's not true"  And she went back to what she was doing and I returned to my desk and the typing.

Yeah, it's funny she didn't believe it, but what really shocked me is that less than 48 hours after I was drunk, with only half a day of school having passed, SOMEHOW the teacher had heard about my drinking exploits!  Who knew the grapevine was THAT thorough?

POLT