He probably thought I was high

....but I wasn't!

I'm in Colorado Springs for the week. I've been sent here by Chief (the name my Vice Principal has assigned our Principal. It is actually fitting and will be used from here on out) to attend the Love & Logic conference. My plane landed late last night, it took forever for the shuttle to pick me up, and then forever to check-in!

My room is nice. King-sized bed. Sliding glass door that opens to pool. Huge tub! All for a low price of $107 a night that I will be reimbursed for by the District.

The conference will be providing lunch and since I don't have a car and there doesn't look to be anything to eat near by, I chose to hit the7-Eleven up last night. I looked like a mad woman. Pulling items off the shelf that I knew I would be able to eat during the week for both breakfast and dinner. I finally roll up to the counter and lay my goodies down. Chips, slim jims, ramen noodles, protein bars, and water spill onto the counter. Mr. Cashier looks down and eyes my loot. Then, slowly raises his eyes and stares at me. He is using his skills as the 7-Eleven man who sells zigzags to judge on whether or not I've smoked the reefer. I can see his nostrils flare ever so slightly as he sniffs the air trying to get a hint of the sweet smell. I don't think he ever came to a final decision. He still looked judgingly at me as I walked out, loot in bags, and head held high.

Not on me buddy! Weed free. Just cheap and wanting to keep spending down. Hotel food is expensive.