::A Geek in Korea::

My first class of the afternoon was at 2:30. I came back early to prepare my lesson.  The only other teacher in the room was tired and was trying to sleep in her chair facing the heater towards the back of the room. The head teacher shares my book, and had it stored away in her file on her desk. I leaned over my desk to the head teacher’s file and tried to pull out the book I needed without sitting up. As I pulled the book out, I spilled the head teacher’s coffee directly onto her chair, which contained her Burberry purse a new knitted wool sweater!

Zoinks!

I looked over to the other teacher. She was still sleeping. Perfect. Now here was my chance to run around like a bad sitcom character, quickly trying to replace or fix a situation I had caused without getting trouble before the person in question had come back home. First things first. I cleaned off the expensive looking purse and coat. The coffee had already started soaking into t he cushion of the seat. No matter how much I did to try to soak up the coffee, it continued to come out of the seat. No way I would be able to fix the damage in ten minutes when the class finished and my coworker returned.

I pulled the chair out quietly as to not disturb my sleeping coworker to search for a replacement. The majority of the other chairs in the room didn’t match. Only the director’s seat was the same style. Perfect. She’ll be gone for a few weeks taking people on a tour of the United States. The perfect crime would be to switch it with her so she wouldn’t know what had happened until she got back. I adjusted the heights of the chairs and switched them. With no sign of my coworker yet coming out of class, I went to work cleaning up the floor around the chair and tossing away the evidence of cleaning.

After five or more minutes, I had positioned the bag and sweater back as I had found it, cleaned up the majority of the mess, and got the scene of the crime looking as good as possible. Or so I thought. I sat down on the computer and had Hitchcock like musical scores full of tension playing while I thought, "What would Mike Seaver do in a time like this?"

As soon as my coworker sat down, she pulled out a tape she needed for her next class. It had been splattered with coffee. "What’s this? Did something happen?"

I lasted a whole thirty seconds before I cracked and told her what happened. I would not last long in torture. Anyway, I told her what happened, and she said it was her fault for leaving the coffee on the corner of her desk. One of the papers on the table had a splash of coffee on it too. Damn the forensic evidence! She asked how I had cleaned up the spill on her chair so quickly. I said, "I didn’t. I just switched your chair with the director’s."

She got a devilish grin of satisfaction from that and said, "Good."