So this morning after church, we went to a local Mom and Pop place for breakfast. As we sat waiting for our food, I recognized one of the gentlemen at the front door of the restaurant.
That is a feis dad, I thought to myself. The GC thought she recognized him too. We are at a small place in the middle of nowhere, no Irish Dance schools for literally miles, and yet, there are other dance parents a few tables away.
So, after I ate, I stopped by their table to say hi. The man had reconized me also so we made quick small talk. ‘What school’ I asked, and here comes the awkward part…
Our new school is a ‘spin off’ of another area school. I don’t know all the details, and don’t really care to know, but as you can imagine, there are some ‘feelings and emotions’ that go along with a teacher leaving one school to start another… And now back to the restaurant….
You know what school they said, the ‘parent’ school of where ours ‘started’. I told them the school we had just left and then said, but we just switched to, and mumbled the name of our new school and smiled.
They laughed, but I had to wonder what they knew and what their opinions were, but I just said, ‘just checking the color of the grass’. I told them I would see them in 6 months and we went our separate ways.