My Dean: “Would you like to attend an alumni event in [large city] with me, on [date in the future]?”
Me: “Would I have to act all charming, and crap?”
My Dean: “Now that I think about it, I’m not sure there is an extra seat available on the University plane that day.”
–Ann Bartow
NB: I actually probably will attend this event, if the Dean and I can reach some agreement on the terms and conditions under which I am allowed to cuss at the alumni. I think the gifting of a large check would be cause for a string of happy swear words, but he seems a little uncomfortable with that idea.
One of the most difficult things about moving to, and teaching in, the South, especially after several years representing Teamsters and such in Philly, is having to rein in the cussing.
Yeah, no sh… um, you are indubitably correct, sir.
Oh, sweetness and light! I just don’t feel the power. How do you guys do it and stay sane? Sheesh! Of course, George Carlin once said “When I hear someone say ‘Shoot’, I say you can’t fool me. Shoot is Sh.. with 2 Os!”