Tomorrow night is game night at my house. Bob was talking about how he might bring one of his friends, but that he promised they wouldn’t get out of control. I said something stupid about how that’s OK because I don’t like control.

One of the dayshift guys was still here. He turned in his seat and asked, "Erin, you were one of those kids who had a red A with a circle painted on their locker, weren’t you?"

I laughed and Collin, always forgetting his place, muttered something about a scarlet letter. There was a moment of silence, and then the dayshift man said awkwardly, "Well, I was thinking more along the lines of the anarchy sign…."

It’s nice to know my co-workers think so highly of me. At least now I’ll have a use for the leftover marinara sauce festering in my garbage can. If you need me, I’ll be the girl with pigtails and a moist and tasty finger-painted ‘A’ on her forehead.