Sit. Have a beer with me. Just one. It’s never too early. Besides, I’m celebrating. Guess where I just spent the night. Close. I spent the night as a ward of the state. That’s right. Kidnapping. I kid you not. They just let me out like an hour ago.
I appreciate you not asking me if I did it by the way. I really do. It’s an ugly accusation. One of those things you can’t really put behind you no matter how hard you try. It’s going to pretty much ruin me here I imagine. No one is going to hire an ESL teacher who’s been accused of kidnapping a six-year old girl regardless of the circumstances, or the good intentions, or how everything eventually shook out. Once this misunderstanding is cleared up—and it is a misunderstanding just in case you were wondering— it’s not going to matter that I didn’t do anything wrong. Like I said, the damage is in the saying of the thing. You can’t take it back. You can’t make people forget.