Wet and Wild

As I walked in to third period this morning after break, a boy says, “Hey, why is there a bag of nail polish on my desk?”

I glanced down and, sure enough, there was a bag of nail polish on his desk. I told him I didn’t know, and picked up the bag and put it in my classroom lost and found.

Then another boy asks, “Why does it all say Wet and Wild?”

“That’s the brand,” a girl responds.

“Hey,” says another boy, “there’s a club called Wet and Wild. In Las Vegas. I’m serious. It’s closed now, but it used to be there.”

Sometimes, you just don’t want details.