Note: Sensitive readers should understand that this post sacrifices good taste for humor. You've been warned.
The backstory: We're wrapping up our Friday afternoon here at prep school with a speaker from the Darfur region of the Sudan. It's a serious topic; one that our students deeply care about. But it's a bit of a downer to wrap up a long week and the kids get Monday off (while the teachers have faculty development), so there is a spirited tone in the halls. We're all a little slap-happy. As we got ready to attend the assembly, a colleague and I were talking about the afternoon's program.
X: I'm going to need a cigarette before this thing begins.
Me: I need a drink.
X: In fact, if I don't get a cigarette, by the time I get down there I'll make the janjaweed look like the freakin' welcome wagon.
It's been a long, long time since I laughed that hard at work. I entered the assembly in just the right mood.