The boy is attending an astronomy day camp at the local university's physics department. They have a shitload of kids attending about 10 different camps, all in the same building at the same time. It is clearly stating the obvious that retrieving your child at the end of the day is a bit of a clusterfuck. And, it is so because people are assholes.
The Husband signed the paper promising that he is Dec's father and not a deranged kidnapper, and was waiting in line for staff to bring the astronomy campers to the staging room. Of course, some overdressed woman who clearly can't move past her high school Saturday night slut make-up days pushed her way in.
"I'm looking for ..." I don't remember her kid's name. Which is no doubt how the poor little fucker prefers.
The husband didn't miss a beat.
"Yeah, well what you should be looking for is the back of the line!"
I love him, and I'm pretty sure some of the parents and staff and camp do now, too.
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