Melissa's Place

Toner Incident

It was a picture so perfect that I couldn’t have dreamed it up. I walked into the office, at school, to see this:

The sixty year old blonde bombshell who drives a convertible and has been retired for three years (and has received at least three retirement gifts, and several Welcome Back gifts) who now works part time so she can continue to draw on her pension as well as satisfy her need to “contribute”, is leaned over the secretary’s desk with her bum stuck out. The secretary, a woman far too gentle and kind for her job, who ends up taking on tasks not on her job contract, such as bandaging cuts, icing bruises, dispensing hyperactivity medicine, buffering tension between administration and the other secretarial staff as well as, apparently, removing unsightly stains from the teaching staff’s asses, is frowning in deep concentration and vigorously rubbing circles into the bombshell’s heiny, while the bombshell laughs. To see a woman of such dignity reduced to these measures because she leaned against the wrong garbage can after someone had spilled toner on it was slightly humourous and very human.