Why People Love Me

Today, I was at my desk and I thought Student J was talking to me.

So I looked at him expectantly. He looked back. We looked at each other.

"Did you need something?" I asked.

"No," he said.

"Did you ask me a question?"

"No."

"Did you say my name?"

"No."

"Oh," I said. "I must have been hallucinating."

Student X couldn't stand it any longer. "Ms. Flower," she said, "you know hallucinations are a symptom of drug use."

"Well," I said to the ceiling, "you would know."

"Oooooooooh," said the class, and everyone turned to see her reaction.

She was quiet for a moment, and then she nodded slowly.

"Touche, Ms. Flower," she said, "touche."