One of our class jobs is "lunch walker." That means they walk the "lunch bin" down to the cafeteria. It is a tub full of lunches students brought from home.
The other day I called the lunch walker Luke Lunchwalker. Another student said, "Wait...you know...Star Wars?"
You can't be married to Adam and mother to Braeden and Mark and not know a bit of Star Wars.
The three watch Andor and then discuss it. Adam and Mark have been wanting me to watch Andor.
Yesterday, I had to go to the dentist and get a crown. Of all the dentist whiners and complainers, I think I'm queen, so I guess I needed a crown. I like my actual dentist, but hate going to the dentist and dreaded it all week.
They asked if I wanted laughing gas. Hard pass. I hate the way that makes me feel.
They asked if I wanted to watch a show. I said, "Sure."
I watched Andor. I didn't get it. Granted I was getting a crown on my tooth during it. The dentist blocked my vision sometimes and other times I couldn't hear.
So yes, I know Star Wars, but just barely.
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