Don't Go Breaking My Heart

David looked at his paper and gave himself an 'A'.  Written in red, it looked like the anarchy symbol my little punk rock friends used to write on everything when we were in high school.

"You a judge?"
I turned slowly, realizing the man on the sidewalk in front of my house was talking to me.
"What...?" I said, trying to be pleasant.
"You a judge?"
"No..." I answered and tried to smile.
At that moment, we locked eyes.  His were red rimmed and hostile, it was a violent, horrible stare.  I turned slowly, trying to look casual and walked up the steps to my front porch.
"You fine...." he hissed.
"Look at you....you look good...ummm...you tight....." he continued.
My hands were shaking while I fumbled with my keys, trying to get through that door before he ran up behind me.
"You so fine...."
I knew he was going to be on me in seconds.
The door opened and I shot through and closed it behind me, locking it quickly.  I spun around and watched him trot down the sidewalk, still talking.

"Can you make sure LeGary gets a Kona Ice?"  I asked the kindergarten teacher, handing her four dollars.
"Don't tell him it's from me, if you he asks just say there was extra money or something."
She smiled and started saying something about me being nice.  I abruptly turned and walked away.

I walked through the hallway around lunch time and saw the teachers lining up the kids with money for ices in the front of the line and those that did not, in the back.
"I tried to get treats from Dollar Tree for the kids without any money, but they didn't have anything..." one mumbled to me while lining up the haves at the front of the line.
I walked through the cafeteria to the room where my desk is.  A festive truck was parked outside, outfitted like a tiki bar with signs advertising exotic flavors of ice like Tiger's Blood and mango.  Smiling children stood in a line, waiting their turn to buy a fancy ice.  The rest sat in the cafeteria, staring at the truck.
I saw LeGary across the cafeteria happily eating with his class, a giant, bright red ice in front of him.

"Don't go breaking my heart......" sailed out from the tiny speakers on my phone.
"I couldn't if I tried......"
"OOOOH hooo!  Nobody knows it!"  Faba and I sang together while he finished writing his El Deafo narrative.

"Wagner, did you get yourself an ice?" my principal inquired, in front of everyone, at the faculty meeting.
"Um, no I didn't make it out there...."  I didn't know how to tell her that though it was generous that all of the teachers were offered a free ice, I would never walk out there and get it in front of all of those kids.  And I was mad at myself that I hadn't secured enough cash the night before to get the other four homeless kids in my duty group ices.  I was tired and decided to go home instead of drive around town trying to get four piles of single dollar bills.

We watched the motivational speaker begin his peppy talk.  He had the same last name as I do.  The second and third graders started to wiggle within thirty seconds.   A first grade teacher cruised by, holding her phone up where I could see it.

"Your husband's boring" it said.  I could not agree more.

*Title, Elton John