When I walked into the library at 3:30 today, Amy the school librarian waved her hands to stop me from going into the copy-machine room.
“Don’t go back there!” she whispered. “Don’t!”
Oh, I thought dully. It’s a hostage situation. Hopefully, they’ll resolve it soon so I can make my copies. I’ll go do some grading while they deal with the gunman or whatever, and then I’ll come back. That way I won’t have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow to prep for class.
I accepted the hostage situation calmly, and turned to go.
“Bye, Amy,” I said. “See you later, I guess.”
“Leave your copies, though!” she chirped. “I just didn’t want you to have to futz with the machine this late in the day. You know how it gets hot and jams up.”
P.S. Here is the best excuse I got for laziness today:
“I’m really cranky and tired ‘cuz my mom messed up my birth control. She got me Seasonale instead of Seasonique. How am I supposed to deal?”