No Judging

Photo from earlier this summer.

Just as I opened her bedroom door this evening, Miss C slammed shut her laptop and looked over at me with THE guiltiest look on her face.

We held each other’s stare for a few awkward seconds before I cleared my throat.

“Miss C?”

“Yes?”

“What were you looking at?”

***crickets***

“You know, it’s better if you just TELL me because I’m gonna find out anyway.”

***crickets***

“MISS C!”

“IT WAS HANNAH MONTANA! I’m binging on HANNAH MONTANA! It’s been six years. It was my favorite show. STOP JUDGING ME!!!!”

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This happened in my office today. Names removed.

Former Air Force: “That flu shot yesterday? Man, my arm is *hurting* today.”

Air Force #1: “Yeah, I know. I don’t know why, but this is the first year I can remember feeling sore.”

Air Force #2: *stretching out arm* “Mine’s pretty sore, too!”

Soldier: “Really? I’m not feeling anything in my arm. So weird!” (Gets up from chair, drops to the floor, does 20 push-ups and 20 flutter-kicks.)

Former Air Force: (Lifts up mug with good arm. Sips coffee.)