To Catch a Hobo

Getting in the car last Friday, Ethan said, "This was the most bizarre school day of my life!"  Apparently, when going to the bathroom after lunch, Ethan interrupted a hobo cutting his hair.

I'll let you have a second or two to let that sink in.

A hobo walked in through the back doors of the school and used the rest room to groom.  And of course it would be our Ethan to catch him in the act.  Thankfully the whole interaction lasted approximately five seconds and Ethan skedaddled on out of there and went straight to class to report to his teacher what he had seen which was the following:

A hobo wearing a splotched t-shirt (translate: tie-dye), dirty hands, a little shorter than his cousin Jake, ragged jeans, and cutting his hairs with silver scissors like Nanny.  And wearing running shoes "that obviously looks like someone who is up to no good, because who would wear running shoes unless he's going to run?"

Well, this is where it gets irritating for me.  The teacher called down to the office and I guess the secretaries didn't think it was important for the principal to be involved or the principal decided for himself it wasn't important to be involved -- either way it was only the janitor who was sent to catch the hobo.  By this time, the transient was long gone.  

I was never called and the entire tale was told to me by my son in the back seat of the car -- where the good stuff is always relayed.

There is so much absurdity with this story that I had to wait a couple days to even write it up -- just so I can wrap my head around it.  I am sure more will be continued since Jonathan decided to file a police report with Mapleton PD as the principal failed to do so.