I Am Ruthless

Today is one of those days that a teacher can only wish for. Today I don't start teaching until 10:45. Ah, bliss.

Because I don't teach until that time, my mind was glossing over the fact that I had an 8am meeting. On how to save a child from death in case they go into anaphylactic shock.

Before you judge me (and I know you are because I judge me all the time) just know that I KNOW how to handle a situation like that. I've had the training done before and I'm pretty sure that if the moment arises, I will not disappoint when I need to stab the child in the leg. With an epi-pen of course!

The fact that I was late didn't stop me from detouring at Tim Horton's to scoff at my usual medium and pick up an extra-large coffee. And a banana nut muffin. Actually that would have been rich had I walked into a meeting about nut allergies and how to combat them while eating a muffin laced with nuts. I'm sure I would get teacher of the year for that.

The Timmie's on my way to work is attached to a gas station.

The person who mans the gas station part of the kiosk thingy is the most gorgeous Indian dude I have ever seen in my life. I actually saw him yesterday when I was filling up my car. Anyways, this guy is pure hotness. He reminds me a little of John Abraham (an Indian actor). And seeing as how I have a major weakness for Indian dudes (I dated one for nearly a decade), I doubt I was discreet in checking him out while I was waiting in line for my caffeine fix.

He didn't go unnoticed by the cougar in front of me either. She was all over him after she got her toasted bagel with butter.

"So do you do this full-time?" she asked.

"No, I have a Bachelor's in Business. I'm just doing this part-time for now."

"Okay. Why don't you give me your resume and I'll see what I can do," she told him while fishing in her purse for her card.

At this point, I assumed that this was not their first conversation and that she had been needling him at different occasions in the past so that it could lead to her getting his contact information. Smooth, cougar lady, smooth.

"So what kind of store do you want to open? One like this?" she asked with a sweeping motion.

"Um, nooo, I haven't really ..."

(The fact that it sounded as though he had a British accent only intensifed my crush.)

I didn't want to look obvious anymore (considering I had to actually turn my body to watch the conversation unfold) so I just waited for my order while trying to eavesdrop. He began getting some more customers and she looked like a desperado just standing there trying to talk to him so she abruptly ended the conversation by telling him again to send her his resume.

And with that she left. Shortly after I did too, but not before glancing back at him for one more open-jawed look.

Let's see, I have half a tank of gas left ... I bet if I take the long way home, I'll need more gas by tomorrow morning. My paying-at-the-pump days are over.