So there I was, strolling into Day Job, and motion caught my eye. A huge mound of… shrubbery approached from eight o’clock low. Truly enormous heap of greenth. I could hear wheels on pavement, so I was not too worried about this being an attack by killer tomatoes (zombie killer tomatoes if they were still moving after the other night’s freeze), but rolling bushes are not exactly common out here unless they are dried and the wind is blowing.
Then the heap-o-greens pivoted and I realized it was the chief of maintenance moving the Christmas tree from the garage into the rotunda so the Student Council could lead the decorating.
A few days later, Brother Vector (math teacher) strolled past my classroom door singing under his breath, “It’s the most wonderful time of the year. There are papers to grade and finals to make and Thanksgiving’s here! It’s the most…” You could watch students stare as he passed. I guess they forgot what comes after Thanksgiving Break.