A few weeks ago in the copy room, I chatted with a teacher’s aide who said her little Chevy van gets 42 miles per gallon. She also said that she’s been burned by weather forecasts so often (I think that at the time a suspected storm was approaching) that she doesn’t count on anything.
“Believe it when you see it,” we agreed.
Yesterday, after one colleague had emailed the entire school in elation that the winter weather watch had evolved into a warning, I crossed paths with the aide again. She was wearing a red sweater covered with white snowflakes.
“That’s an appropriate sweater,” I said.
“Oh yes,” she said emphatically. “And I’m going to wear my pajamas inside out tonight. That way, tomorrow I can just put them right side out and wear them all day.”
I very well might choose to wear my pajamas all day today, too–an option made possible by freezing rain.
