We interrupt an uninteresting conversation between two random people we care nothing about (one possibly named Sonya Whitelips), to bring you…an uninteresting Milford School Board meeting!
Until today, I was convinced that there was no such thing as a “Milford School Board.” But there it is in all its glory: Fifteen feet of particle board, classy two-foot tall Chicago font, worthy of hanging in any curtained handball court, or possibly for use in a ginormous first generation iPod. The $15,000 those fat-cat teachers spent on such a huge sign was totally worth it…Now even though Phil is late to the meeting and didn’t get a chair, he knows he’s made it to the right handball court.
The only two people not there? Why, the Thorps of course. Gil, still tuning out anything that would require him to go to a non-alcohol-related event, and Mimi, MIA for weeks and presumed playing her version of handball with the pool boy. Man, I wish I was a Thorp…this meeting could last for days.