So, I carpool with the art teacher and the counselor. The following moment brought to you by the joys of carpooling:
Me: “I’ve just discovered I have to poo.”
(Moment’s pause.)
Counselor: I can smell it.
(Windows rolled down. Shouting from the art teacher and counselor about how bad it smells. I am laughing in the backseat.)
I’m a classy lady.
H, out.
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