|You weren't in the mood?|
Your chili sucks anyway.
Our annual department "bash" is during the first week of classes. It's a longstanding tradition that has been in place as long as I've been here.
On our first day of classes, our newest full timer (Nicholas the New - just 2 years in) called in sick for his classes. I took one. My colleague across the hall took one. A part-timer drove in 25 miles to take the other one, the early one that meets at 8 am. (She had 45 minutes notice!)
At lunch I was eating my cold sandwich in a lounge area and a few of us were talking about Nicholas and what a shame it was he was out because he's always the life of the party.
That night, at the chair's house, we were 10 minutes into the fun when Nicholas and his wife arrived. They had fresh beer and a homemade veggie chili. He showed no signs of being sick. It irked me all night. I'd read on this blog about professors skipping class, cancelling Fridays and all that, and it had annoyed me.
Nicholas's buoyant manner and chipper health annoyed me even more now.
I ended up sitting on a lawn chair next to him in the back yard and asked how he was feeling.
"Great," he said. "I wouldn't miss the yearly party for anything."
"What about your classes?" I asked. "You know we covered for you."
"I owe you one then," he said, tipping his beer toward me. "Needed a mental health day. Wasn't quite out of my summer mood." Then he laughed.
His chili sucked anyway. And so does he.