At the airport, Chicago bound. Just saw an old professor from college in the suicide inducing security line. I think we simultaneously recognized each other and realized it wasn’t even worth tryna say hi.
“Hey Dr. McWhorble, remember me, from Fall ‘04 Genetics?….What?….Letting me slide with a ‘C’ caused you to lose faith in the higher education system and inspired your departure from the profession? Oh, well safe flight!”
Luckily we passed each other without even a head nod— awkward situation averted. I just hope we’re not on the same plane.
Love Miss Millie Jackson…she gave it to us straight with no chaser.
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