Up the Creek Without a Paddle

Alert! One of the P.E. coaches sent out an e-mail to us yesterday that a pickleball paddle had gone missing!

Yeah, I had to look up pickleball too.

The e-mail certainly made things look dire. You would have thought a kid had stolen a truckload of fertilizer and not something that looks like a fraternity accessory, though I do believe any jack-a-ninny could do damage with anything. I’ll give them that; they’re resourceful.

Oh well, at the very least I can get a chuckle out of imagining a school-wide manhunt for this kid. For some reason, I can’t help picturing a kid cornered in the cafeteria, in a feral state, keeping security at bay with the flailing of his pickleball paddle clenched hand, while his captures announce that “It doesn’t have to go down like this.”