Thursday, September 25, 2003

an open letter

Dear Mister Multi-Colored Leather Pants,

In hindsight, I must admit the first mistake was mine. In the scramble for seats on the first day, I noticed your crisp linen suit and shockingly red tie, and thought to myself, "Hm. He's probably annoying. I shouldn't sit near him." Then years of training in social correctness jumped in, I mentally corrected myself for my narrowmindedness, and I sat down near you.

Alas, my atavistic instinct that the annoyingly-dressed are annoying in person proved to be prescient.

Mister MCLP, allow me get to the meat of the matter. I am sure that you are a skilled air drum player. I am sure you are the Keith Moon of air drumming, the air drummer all those other air drummers secretly envy. Perhaps even Prof. Civ Pro appreciates having a sharp staccato sotto voce to accompany his discussion of Hanson v. Denckla.

Sadly, however, I am old and crabby. I do not find my learning is enhanced with a backbeat. And, just a hunch, but I'm betting that those other students don't really appreciate it when you drum faster if they don't have the answer fast enough. Really, I can't say for sure. What do you say we both think about that for a little bit?

And finally, really just a little small note in closing, if you don't stop humming the Oompa Loompa Song, I'm afraid I will not be able to guarantee any continued sane behavior on my part.

Hugs.

T.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I suggest leaving a glossy of Def Leppard's one-armed drummer on his seat with a reminder of the necessity for a lawyer to be able to argue "...but on the other hand."

Anonymous said...

Hee. :) Great idea. :)