I must be guilty of something

I let the local school system know that I had art books and supplies that I’d like to donate. An elementary school teacher called me, accepted the donation, and told me to leave it at the school during regular school hours.

Now I’d never been to the school. I parked, walked to the nearest entrance, opened the door and went inside. I poked my head into the nearest classroom and the teacher came to the door. I asked where the principal’s office was and the nice teacher escorted me to the office.

Where I was greeted with: “How did you get in?” “Through the door.” Office staff exchanging looks. “All the side doors are locked.” Well, that one wasn’t. And everything went downhill from there. Did I talk to the art teacher? How did I know the art teacher? Well, she’s out sick today. Meanwhile, those looks. I began to wonder if Security and/or a bomb/drug sniffing dog had been alerted by a silent alarm. Finally, one of the staff escorted me to another door. I moved my car and delivered the supplies and fled the scene.

I understand the need for security, but this was the first time I’ve ever been regarded with suspicion by so many adults at one time, all because someone left a door open.

Yes, you are guilty of something and that something is mopery. Count yourself fortunate because it is a capital offense in at least four states (especially when combined with intent to gawk).

This incident is going on your Permanent Record!

Where do you live? I’m in western Pennsylvania and I can smell your guilt from here!

Do you have a receipt showing that you legally aquired those donated items? Have you even been found guilty of feeling guilty before?

Now you know: you call the school before going & you call from outside to be let in.

You’re just lucky that all those teachers weren’t armed…

If he hasn’t, I have a few Frowning Catholic Ladies he can borrow. We should be well-supplied in Jewish Mothers as well.

May I offer a series of tsk-tsks and tut-tut’s on behalf of disapproving prigs everywhere?

Do you know who else had art supplies?

I think that’s the best “Do you know who else…” joke I’ve seen in a while. I did literally laugh out loud there. Thanks.

Seconded! :slight_smile:

You are guilty of attempting a good deed. Foolish person, I hope you learn from your mistake.

See? I knew I could count on you guys to unnerstan’. :wink:

Mopery. My word for the day. ;-))

We’re like the South, in a way. If you moved here less than 100 years ago, you’re one of them there outsiders who is always up to no good.

Bbbbbbbbut, when I was in school…The nuns didn’t have guns but they were deadly with a yardstick.

My life is truly over. It’s a wonder my dog even acknowledges my presence. snifffff

Blame the monks. :wink:

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Is it possible that those looks that upset you so weren’t about you but were a result of the realization that someone had not followed school safety/security protocol? Maybe you haven’t heard the stories of disgruntled, sociopathic, monsters bringing bombs, and bullets, into schools? I suspect that the teachers, and staff are well aware of them.

Even before security concerns, academia is in it’s own little world. I’m so fed up with their attitudes in general, I think if I were in your situation and they didn’t treat me kindly I would have left and donated it elsewhere.

And also lucky that the classes weren’t supplied with canned goods to throw at intruders: http://www.people.com/article/middle-school-canned-good-defense