My eight-year-old son’s teacher called on the last day of the school year. “We’ve had to evacuate the classroom to keep the other children safe. Your son is still in the classroom. You need to come pick him up. Right now.”
Jesus. It was only an hour from home time and that teacher couldn’t just hold out? I called my wife Vic.
“What’s happened?” Vic asked.
“They’ve ‘evacuated’ the classroom again,” I said.
“Oh for god’s sake,” she said. “Again?”