SF has its perks

It's soooooo nice out today!
I feel like I did in high school, when you'd get one of those Friday afternoons in May, where it was so nice out and so close to the end of the school year that it actually caused you physical pain to stay inside.

If you were one of the bad kids, you'd skip your last class and go drive around.

If you were a good kid, you'd run outside for a few minutes between classes to bask in the sun on the front stairs.

And if, like me, you were one of those good kids who was so good that you could actually get away with anything, you'd tell the teacher of your last class that you had to run to the store to get something for, um, shop class. Yeah, the hardware store. Only open until 3 on Fridays.
THEN you'd go drive around.

Unless Mrs. Bartlein was your last class teacher. Then you would get a snort of disbelief and an eyeball roll. Then you would sit down. And probably learn something.

Probably something important, in fact.