Saturday Night Ninjas

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About 20 minutes ago, I ran into Smith's to pick up some milk and orange juice. As I'm completing my transaction at the checkout, I hear an excited voice behind me say, "Mrs. Tanner!!! Hi Mrs. Tanner!!!" I turn around, and behind me are some sweet, responsible, A-student girls who took Spanish from me this past fall. They're dressed in black pants, black hooded sweatshirts, and have black paint under their eyes. Next, I notice their purchase: a whole lot of cheap toilet paper.

Now, if you were up to the same thing, would you chase down a former teacher? Toilet paper stacks in hand?

Brian's response when I told him about them as I returned to the car: "Should we call the cops?"
My response (as I talked with the girls inside the store): "Have fun! I hope that's for someone who really needs it!"

Hey, I went TP-ing far too many times as a teenager myself. I can't hate. I guess they chased down the right teacher.


Brian's Update:

This is Brian. In my defense, I later told Jen that I want to teach our son to be a lot more sneaky when executing a plan. I want to teach him not to don his ninja outfit until the plan is ready to be executed. Going shopping in your ninja outfit just makes you suspicious and draws attention to yourself. I also will be sure to teach him not to talk socially with people who can later be used as witnesses against you. I don't want Izzy to leave a trace like these girls.