I was arriving for an after-school meeting in a rural elementary school. Buses were pulling in and I decided to wait 5 minutes in my car for the bell. After the bussed pulled away I entered and went to the office. As soon as I introduced myself I could tell something was wrong. The principal was standing behind the secretary with a troubled look. Just then I heard the sound of leather that you only hear if you are really close to a police officer wanting to quietly get your attention. The principal informed the sheriff I am ok.
Recognizing MY surprise, he explained that.
“When we see an out-of-county car sitting in our parking lot at dismissal time, we call the sheriff.”
Made sense.
Added this to both my “Stories Through My Ages” and “Selling In The Schoolhouse” books.
