Stop, Drop and Roll

During my morning commute, I was thinking of times in our adult lives when we are instantly and often hysterically, converted back to small children. So, for this morning's Show and Tell, I thought I would share a few:

• The Fire Drill: Upon hearing the clanging bells, I am instantaneously a third grader once again. Trying to hide my slight panic, I try to cooly proceed to our appointed meeting point, all the while frantically trying to remember whether or not I got my car keys out of my office in my haste to evacuate.
• Airport Security: Why is it I always feel as though I'm going to get in trouble somehow? How has a psuedo-cop TSA outfit suddenly put me back in the days where your principal was the scariest person you knew? I love how we all meekly shuffle through the line while keeping our eyes averted as if to silently scream "Not me! Please don't pick me! I'm innocent, I swear!"
• Doing Lunch: While we all hate to admit it, the grown-up "grab a bite to eat" at a new workplace is ever as scary as the lunchroom on the first day of school. You don't know who to ask to sit by, who will think going to lunch is for pansies, who will match your dining tastes and, who will be your work friend (not to be confused with your friends outside of work).

Now, if I could only figure out how to bring coloring books into the boardroom.