August Administrator meeting and the meeting during the meeting

School started around here this week. For principals and other administrators school started at least two weeks before the staff and students appear. The superintendent  usually hosts multiple meeting for these administrators and expects them to prepare to open school in between.

In 1994, Dick, the new superintendent, called for all administrators to meet at the district office. In order to break the ice and show personal interest in his administrators, he asked the administrators to share what they had done that summer. Mostly the stories were about family vacations, and, of course, Don and Robert, and I shared fishing stories (see my blog Principals of Fishing and Boating  http://principalfishing.blogspot.com) 

During the time of sharing, one of us, OB, was silent; this was strange because we knew he spent considerable time in Wisconsin, where he had a cabin on a lake.

While in the restroom during a break, OB excitedly said "Guys, I have a great story from this summer, but I couldn’t tell it in the meeting." He proceeded to tell Don and Robert and me, the following:

OB had been staying in his cabin up in Wisconsin. He spent most of the time fishing, but his wife didn't fish much. However, she did like to visit craft and antique stores. One week-end he put up his fishing poles and decided to take his wife to a flea market. The problem was he didn’t know exactly where it was. (OB has no sense of direction)

They decided to drive around to look for the flea market. OB  stopped at a small carpet store located outside of town. OB went in to ask directions. (This disputes the often repeated meme that men will never ask directions when lost. OB is frequently lost and has much experience asking for directions)

Seeing no one inside the store, he saw an open door and walked into the backroom. As he entered through the unlocked door he started to ask directions. As he looked up, he saw what were apparently two store employees  engaged in wildly passionate (my exaggeration) lovemaking on the desk.  OB, always one to apologize, started stammering and offered apology after apology.  He quickly backed out of the building. 

When he got to the car he got in quickly. His wife asked if he got directions. All he said was "We are on the right road."

I was laughing so hard, I forgot to ask if they ever found the flea market.