The Office
Sure, people ask me all the time if I ever get the jobs mixed up. Like it’s some kind of joke to associate school children with adult male strippers. I take offense to that suggestion, that I somehow mistake a third grade girl playing Freeze Tag with an oiled-up beefcake spinning his schlong like a propeller.
What does spill over–from the club to the playground–is the ability to see a situation before it develops and get in front of it.
I can tell when some bachelorette is going to go for the junk, gonna try and yank it right off.
It’s at that point that I assert myself in front of her, blocking the package from her grubby hands.
On the playground it’s not so different. Boys want to pull on pigtails, suck on the monkey-bars.
Some things never change.
