Frankie: Okay, I think I finally have the e-mail I'm gonna send to the Principal.
Mike: I thought you finally had it last night at 11:00... and 1:00 and 2:30.
Frankie: How's this sound? "Dear Principal Barker, my husband and I would like the opportunity to meet with you at your earliest convenience."
Mike: Agh. Why do we have to go back in there? Can't you just call her?
Frankie: Think about it, Mike. How many times do we get the chance to go to a school meeting where we're actually right? Trust me. This is something we're gonna want to do in person. "I think you'll be very interested in what we have to say." Notice I'm not telling her what we're mad about. I don't want to give her a chance to load up her argument. "We know you have 425 students to deal with, but we hope you have time to deal with our one." See? I threw her own words back in her face. Ba-bam!
Mike: Why are you so angry?
Frankie: So many reasons.