I am my father’s daughter. If there is someway to tease somebody I will find it. So, last week my co-worker stepped into my room and said, “My I borrow a garbage bag?” I raised my eyebrows, tilted my head and responded, “Borrow it? Were you planning on returning it to me full? Is this a con job to get me to take your trash out?” He rolled his eyes at me and said, “May I please have a trash bag?”
The next day he came into my classroom and asked, “May I borrow some tape?” I raised my eyebrows, tilted my head and said, “Borrow? Is it going to come back still sticky, or will it be all crinkly and have little bits of paper stuck to it?” He glared and rephrased his request.
Today he stepped into my room and said, “May I borrow some Kleenex?” I tilted my head, raised my eyebrows and — he spoke first, “Yes,” he said. “I plan on returning them used and soggy. After all, you’re the one who gave me this cold!”