It's been a while since I've had the chance to see Miss Snootie at the Marie. I haven't had a reason to head in there until this morning when I was running an errand for a friend.
"Did you get my message to come see me," she asked.
"Um, no," I replied. "Did you leave it on my voice mail?"
"No," she said as she started rummaging through the filing cabinet behind her. "I had told several people to tell you to come see me."
Instant flashback to those moments just before Sister Catherine would start yelling at me back in grade school and I would try not to throw up.
"You've made an error."
At this point she found the file she was looking for and heaved it onto the desk.
OH GOD. I thought. What did I do? Was it the dogs? The annex? Did we forget to pay our taxes?
She glared at me and said, "you've overpaid the cantine. Twice. Don't do it again."
Like a puppy with it's tail between my legs, I grabbed the cancelled check and meekly said thank you and quickly left, glad not to have been sent the corner for the rest of the morning.
Amazing how this woman can make all my hair stand on end. Who needs to run a marathon when just a conversation with her has the same cardio-vascular effect on my body?
The beauty of time passing and yet some things never change.