Of teachers

I.

So it's Sunday, and it's after the book sale at Expo, and we're kibbitzing about all sorts of stupid shit, as one is wont to do on a rainy afternoon when the arms are tired from heaving hardback books around and the stomach is peckish enough to appreciate Burger King fries and the boy --- that would be Randy, who like Terz, has been "quitting" for about three weeks now --- needs a cigarette.

And suddenly Bryan, who's been asking me all sorts of questions about my job, has an epiphany:

"Shit, we're old enough to be hanging out with teachers, man. Remember when you were young, and teachers were like the adults that were a lot older than you --- and now we're hanging out with a teacher. "

Thanks, man.

II.

A variation on this is a line from the pilot episode of Teachers, in which our protagonist Simon slumps against a wall in the teachers' lounge and sighs:

"I fancy Pauline Young's mother. That's how old I am. I've started fancying the kids' mothers."

Kill me if I ever hit that phase.

III.

You know Teachers is distracting when you're watching it and trying to check email, and end up typing in your work username with your personal password. And even after Gmail rejects you, you blink languidly at the screen, trying to figure what was wrong about the login combination.

Because Teachers is that good. We laugh so that we don't cry.