Currying favour

First, an anecdote. Some little wotsits at school keep wedging things in the latch of the fire door so they can sneak into the building at lunchtime. I was trying to pull out the lolly stick they'd put in there, when my boss saw my foot in the door and my hand on the catch. She assumed I was a naughty pupil and shouted at me, so I stuck my head round the door and said "It's me!" Her class cracked up laughing, as did I.

When I got in, I found a message from my dad, saying "Fancy a curry?" so he drove over and took me out for a Lamb Dansak, which was yummy. And I broke a glass, but the restaurant people were very nice about it and didn't throw me out.
I even got some marking done tonight, which makes it officially a Good and Productive evening!