And I was ---><--- this close, too...
This morning I'm out in the garage taking the carb off the MX bike for a cleaning,and my wife is inside getting ready to go to a massage appointment. We were kind of talking back and forth, and she's about ready to go and was taking some of the birds out to the outdoor aviary when some folks walked up the driveway to share the good news about Jebus. Lady my age and a young girl maybe nine or 10.
So I'm polite and make some small talk and hear Dana come storming back into the kitchen, still unaware that I'm entertaining visitors and this conversation ensues:
Me: Honey there's...
Her (rather loud and agitated): Berkeleying Maisie just E36 M3 all over me!
Me: Danie there's...
Her: OH BERKELEY! IT'S DOWN MY BERKELEYING PANT LEG, TOO! I'M GOING TO BE LATE BECAUSE NOW I HAVE TO BERKELEYING CHANGE!
So I go back to talking to the nice folks who were COMPLETELY unfazed by the excitement that was just coming from inside. Of course, now I have no choice. I probably should have just asked them to baptize me right there, then go in and cast the demon woman out.
PUNCH LINE: So, Dana finally comes back to the kitchen and realizes that I'm talking to someone and who I'm talking to. She also realizes that she'll have to make the walk of shame past them and to her car to get out of here. So she bucks up, marches out and gives them her nicest smile, and the little girl says: "Oh, hi Mrs. Pasterjak!"
Not one of her students, but one from a neighboring classroom. That was probably her only save of the entire encounter.
Still, back to school should be real fun on Monday.
jg
