Remember the part in Burton’s original Batman where Joker first sees his own reflection? He’s sitting in the surgical chair and unwraps his face demanding “mirror!”

Then, after viewing his mangled visage, he laughs maniacally until the scene ends.

Well, today at school, the same thing happened.

While I was on my break (yes they give me 30 minutes to pee and eat) a heist went down in my room. A few 7th grade girls came to the room with a fake pass from a teacher who isn’t here today and sprang one of my students from in-school suspension.

So, when I got back, I did some fact checking, and called her administrator to report the incident. Said administrator, usually a paragon of professionalism and always somber in her phone demeanor, just starts laughing hysterically. I sort of giggle, waiting to be let in on the joke.

The laughing fades away as she takes the receiver from her face and slowly places it back on it’s cradle, beside herself all the while.

I haven’t heard anything since she hung-up, but I’m half expecting that she reduce one of our co-workers to a smoldering heap with a high-powered hand buzzer at the next faculty meeting.