Evan told me today that he felt like a hot dog during P.E. I wasn't real sure what to make of this revelation, so I asked him what he meant.
"Well, I was so hot at P.E. today, that I was burning up like a hot dog," was the explanation.
Yeah, well, I felt like a melted pool of sticky wax, and I didn't even have P.E. Standing out at the back gate for duty after school is a "hot dog" kind of job on these 100-degree days.
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