Today's best moment (and also the worst moment): A mom came in with her daughter to get an alteration on a prom dress. The daughter was quite reasonable, but mom was flitting here and there, trying to make things perfect when...they already were. Daughter didn't want the train, mom did. Well, mom isn't wearing the dress, and I'm caught listening to both of them argue with each other, knowing something would have to happen at my hand. So. I told them I generally side with the person wearing the dress, but I also don't want to cross the mama. How about a compromise? The girls who have trains have six inches only of train. They both agreed.
And now the best moment...the mother is the sister of one of the pain in the ass kids I taught back in my teaching days. I finally had a chance to tell the snake story. The junior high boy, despite guidance on preparing a science project, decided he wanted to do a project on snakes. That's not forbidden, by the way. What he did was definitely forbidden. Without any mention to me, he had his uncle bring a snake to school in a shoe box, delivered to the office. There was probably only one person in the school prepared to deal with a snake without killing it, and that was me, and I was not in the office. I got an urgent call to deal with the beast. I found the boy and told him to get the snake out of the school immediately or I would eat it for lunch. He believed me. He also cried. He called someone who quickly got the snake, and all was well. That's it. It was only a garter snake, as I recollect, and I'm grateful I didn't have to eat it.