Okay for those who might be interested, here goes. I was going to computer class one day in a really big hurry. I came through the door and stepped in something really soft and squishy. No, it wasn't poo. I remember thinking, hmm this is tile. It's not supposed to go 'spppchchchch'Anyway the next thing I notice is how quiet the room is. Obviously my class wasn't in there. Huh? Now I'm really confused. Here's where the fun starts. I try to turn around and leave... and I can't move. Okay, thought process number two as I start connecting the dots. The classroom is empty. I can't move. This isn't equaling up to anything good.
By now, I'm afraid of being late and I grab the doorframe to try and pull myself loose. Not working. I can't lift my feet up at all. Now I know my school values me but I'm sure they wouldn't want me as a perminant fixture in the doorway of their computerlab.
Finally this maintanence guy comes in and says, "Ma'am, did you not know we were laying carpet in here?"
I told him I didn't and he said, "Well let me try to get you loose. You've turned over an entire bucket of contact cement on your shoes. Just put your arm around my neck and I'll lift your feet." An arm around a stranger? Well, okay I didn't have a choice. He pulled so hard I was nearly coming out of my shoes.
Finally his partner showes up and physically pulls my feet loose from the flor while I'm holding on to the first guy's neck. I was so anxious about being tardy and wondering how in the world I was going to explain my reason for being late. I quickly excused myself and squeaked my way down the hall to the room where they told me my class was meting. I won't share the story of what I told my teacher. Who ever says "I was stuck to the floor"? Why not something believable like the dog ate my homework? Okay okay they laughed at me.
The next day I met the first maintanence guy again. He said, "Ma'am, be glad you're a student. I had to get down on my arthritic knees with a razer and scrape up the contact cement off the flor down the hallway. We tried gassing it. We tried steaming it up and it didn't go anywhere. Oh well. Gives a whole new meaning to the phraise "kicked the bucket"
Talon
