Once when I was in high school, I found myself very late for Economics class. The truth is that it was the period right after lunch, and I just wanted to stay in the library a little longer. I always ate lunch with the librarians in my senior year, and I just didn’t want to leave the party.

A moment of silence for my teenage social status.

When I finally arrived, of course, Mr. Knapstein wanted to know the reason for my delay. I told him very sincerely why I was tardy.

“I was walking down the hall, and someone grabbed me and chloroformed me. I was just laying there, unable to move but fully aware of how late I would be to class. I’m sorry.”

I was excused.