A Good Way To Waste Five Minutes

Since I am a university student, I can be present at home while my school-age siblings are at high school.

While I’m setting up my lunch, my mother tells me that my sibling’s high school (which is not my old one) had sent her an interesting text message — my younger sister was five minutes late, and they wanted to know why. It took me all of five seconds to spot the problem, helped by the fact that the school had a reputation for moronic acts.

The explanations my mother and I discussed ranged from ‘she dawdled getting ready’ to ‘she had trouble finding the chance to cross a road’, but nothing more interesting from the school’s perspective. We have no idea why the school was so interested in why she was five minutes late.