It's 15 minutes before class is over and one of our seniors, RJ, shows up at my door and tells me he has to get BE out of class. I ask him why and he tells me that BE's mom is waiting for him out in the parking lot.
"Why doesn't she come in and get him?"
"I don't know, she just wants me to get him."
"You know, when I was a senior, my sister pulled the same trick, except she said that our dog had been hit and I was the only one who could drive him to the vet."
RJ gives me a wry little smile as he decided to fumble through to the end,
"But his mom's waiting out in the parking lot."
"You know I don't believe you, right?"
"Well, then get her, if she shows up I'll let him go."
"But she's waiting out there for him."
"You know I'm not falling for this?"
"Why would I want him out of class early?"
"Probably because he has the car and you want a ride somewhere and don't want to wait for him, just like with my sister. Liz Hill needed a ride somewhere so she got her get me out of class."
At this point you could see him give up, even though he kept arguing. I just kept coming back with either "You really don't expect me to believe this, do you?" or "When his mom shows up he can go." and he just sat down in the front row to wait.