I had a really good story to tell you tonight. I sat down and started typing, words flowing at the speed of a rival district's school buses. The more I typed, the more the tale seemed hauntingly familiar. Perhaps it was because I had related the details to several people right after the incident. Surely that was the explanation. I am not a plagiarist.
Unless I steal from myself. I went into my 240 posts. And found strikingly similar details in a vignette set to appear next Thursday. Call 911. Get the handcuffs ready. I plan to prosecute myself, unless I make myself an offer I can't refuse.
Now I am left without an idea. Bereft of inspiration. So allow me to turn the spotlight on you, my readership. I know. It seems terribly unnatural to me, too. But humor me.
WOULD YOU RATHER...
1. Mix your green beans with your mashed potatoes so they are easier to keep on the fork, or have your food separated by compartments in a cafeteria tray?
2. Allow a daddy-long-legs to roam about your classroom from the point of discovery right in front of your desk while your students clamor about it all hour, or accidentally fail to stop an eager future-exterminator from stomping on it and grinding it into the linoleum tile?
3. Waste readers' time with an effort such as this, or turn out the lights on your blog for the night, posting nothing at all?