Two weeks ago I was approached by Cam’s teacher:
Teacher: “I was wondering if you would be available to help with the grade 4 Medieval Feast next week?”
Me: Sure. What do I have to do?
Teacher: “Just help bring the food from the staff room down to the gym and help set it up and then serve it.”
Teacher: “Just be here for 11ish and be sure to dress up”
Uh? Say what??
Teacher: “Oh yes! It’s got to be an authentic feast. And you need to make sure the kids address you as ‘Wench’. That makes it more authentic.”
Excuse me…whaaaat? Hang on…what? Wench? Um no.
It wasn’t an authentic Medieval Serving Wench, but it did the job and ensured that my boobs stayed tucked away. I was pleased to see that the other serving wench was also leaning towards the pirate persuasion.
That did not happen once. I would not let it.