One of those odd days

Some days just seem to be upside down.  It started when my high school age students didn't know the meaning of the word "snide."  Oh that's not so bad, I thought to myself. I probably didn't know that word when I was in high school either, I thought to myself.  Reply to self, Yeah, you did.
 A little later we were talking about prayer. (Since I teach religion it's a-ok to talk about prayer).  I was trying to get a discussion going about communication and between man and God and how that might be accomplished. I made some off handed remark along the lines of ,"you can't just call Him on your iPhone."  About a minute later a student raised his hand and said, "look what I just found on my iPhone. You can buy a prayer APP for 99 cents! It has a thousand prayers; you just pick the one you want and...."  I can be a little geeky (in the best sense of the word) but really, REALLY?  It gives whole new meaning to the phrase, just phoning it in.
After my classes, I went to the locally owned bookstore. I was interested in Tennyson since my niece had left a lovely bit of Tennyson as a comment on my blog. (Thank you Liz).  Even though it costs more to shop at the local bookstore than on Amazon, it's sometimes nice to not have to wait for shipping and supporting local business is a good thing.  It's a small store in a small town. There are two employees. I think one is the owner. I know Tennyson probably isn't a money maker and is not flying off the shelves, but they might have it and it certainly couldn't hurt to ask. I ask the younger of the two employees (still she must be in her 30's not a high school student) She responds with , "Who?"  Thinking I might not have spoken clearly I said, "Alfred, Lord Tennyson"    She spoke with the older employee, who appeared to be mid-fifty-ish.  There were blank stares all around and then, "how would you spell that?."   I mumbled something like thanks anyway and wondered to myself, if the downfall of the book store was the addition of the Latte bar. 
Next I went to Wal-Mart. One could say I was just asking for it at that point.  I  walked past the aisle where they sell hairbrushes, combs, barrettes, etc. and then backed my cart up and looked down the aisle again to see if my eyes were tricking me.  Nope my eye sight is fine . A woman was indeed standing in the aisle and brushing her hair with the brushes off the rack and then putting them back on the rack.  Note to self, regardless of the wasteful packaging, never buy a brush that is not sealed in plastic. 
When I finally got home and sat down to check my email I was happy to see that my husband had forwarded something to me.  It's nice to have a husband who thinks of you during his day.  Well, most of the time it is nice.  The email was one he had received from a student.  He requires his first year college students to email him if they are going to miss class.  The email read something like this:
I have to miss class today. I think I might be really sick. There is a big swollen vein coming out of my anus. I'll bring you a doctors note to prove it.
While my day was odd, his day wins the prize.