So it's late afternoon and we're going through shift change. New shift comes on and the kids are loud and rambunctious. An older staff gets up and is heading to the kitchen to begin dinner... and in her attempt to be a smartass to the rest of us that are still amongst the rowdy teens says, "I'm going to the kitchen for my
private time!"
What she really meant to say was
quiet time!! Now we're throwing out the retorts of - Do you need us to leave? Will you be needing the whisk or other handy utensils? Ahahahahaaaa she won't be living that down for awhile... if I can help it!!
