NEVER PASS A WATER FOUNTAIN
without getting a drink, a urologist once told me.

That was after a kidney stone. Fortunately I've never had another. But this episode is about water fountain, not water cooler gossip.

At MTV High we didn't have water coolers. We did have fountains and we did gossip.

Standing out in the hall of GBuilding before the first class of my Senior year were several guys in my Psych class. Lots of typical posturing, lots of comments on the passerbys. I mean it was a long line at the fountain.

One pretty Senior girl approached. The conversations went something like this:

"She's lookin' good."

"Look at that tan! Do you think she ever went inside last Summer?"

"I'm telling you, she looks better than ever."

"One good lookin' babe."

Then a voice with a question, "Who is she?"

And the answer, "How the hell do you not know her?"

I, the author of the last comment, turned around to see an adult in line with us. Our Psych teacher who said, "I'm kinda new here."

Being the helpful one, I identified the beauty by name and went to class.

Nothing was ever said about that discussion by Mr. Turner. He was a pretty cool guy. He knew I'd learned my lesson. Maybe that's why he was the Psychology teacher.