That all brings me to last night. As I walked into work, I was greeted by a full-time faculty member who offered me a donut. She was really delighted and impressed with her own thoughtfulness toward those of us who labor
Nevertheless, I declined her lovely and gracious offer by replying that as the sole daytime guardian of my children's halloween candy, I was failing. It's just the siren voice of that chocolate, that caramel, that high sugar content which calls my name more beautifully than any human can.
The full-timer said, "What?"
My response triggered something within her which caused her to pull her chin up just under her eyebrows. Her top lip disappeared somewhere inside her nostrils. And those eyebrows were knit together with pure perfection.
"Candy?! Don't you know how bad that is for you? How old are you anyway?" And she marched off toward her office.
It took me several hours to recognize the irony of her reaction to my refusal of her donuts in favor of candy.
And in there somewhere is probably the solution to the mystery of why I have never been invited to join their full-time faculty.
Do you suppose it's too late to ask for that donut?