No cóż. It happened. I talked to the priest at school. I had no choice really. He was filling in for another teacher in świetlica (the day room, as google translate calls it). OK, he seems to be a nice, smiling guy. I’ll admit that, but as I have said before as long as he is working in a public school, I have no respect for him.
I came to the day room and looked at the mass of kids, all busy with different activities. There were a lot of little blond heads, so I tried to remember what color Lizzie was wearing that day. I spotted her and the priest struck up a conversation with me as Lizzie finished her drawing.
Priest (puts his religious book aside): Good afternoon. I have something to show you.
Chris: Good afternoon. Surely you don’t.
Priest: Just a minute. Here it is. (holds up a child’s drawing, obviously not Lizzie’s) What do you see?
It looked like a Japanese anime princess in a pink dress with flowing hair or a Monster High character perhaps. That’s too much in Polish so I very eloquently stated…
Chris: Baba w sukience.
Priest: It’s supposed to be me.
Chris: No cóż.