Today's scene involved watching two kids trying for several moments to stuff their backpacks into the space above their lockers, just under the ceiling.
I walked over for a closer look. "What's up, guys?" I asked, interrupting their awkward jumps.
"We're trying to put our backpacks away," they said.
"On top of your lockers?"
"Yeah," one student responded. "The science teacher won't let us bring them to class on lab days."
"Why not inside your lockers?" I offered.
Silence for several uncomfortable beats. "Oh, I guess I could do that," one said in a tone that may have sounded like someone commenting on the first pre-sliced loaf of bread.
More downcast, the other student said, "I can't open my locker. It's broken or I forgot the combination at home." Before I could craft a response, he started spinning the combination dial on the locker. "I'll just try some random numbers," he said and then had the locker open in about one second.
My slightly agape mouth had yet to close when both backpacks disappeared, and so did the two students.