What was the cringe thing that went down at your high school reunion?

Five-year reunion. One guy, always kind of a marginal figure in high school, but a nice person,

after some sort of discussion, pulled his paycheck out and got loud saying,

Now do you think I'm a loser? Don't believe how much I make? Check this out. Of course,

he just made things worse, and everyone was laughing at him.

I mean, he had his paycheck on him? I haven't seen him since, by the way. At my 10-year reunion,

the organizers were doing the thing where they give awards for the person who came the furthest

to attend, the person with the most kids, stuff like that. The award came up for who had the oldest kid

and people started shouting their kids ages. When it quietened down, this shy girl near the front

said in a normal voice, 11. And then we all realized why we'd stopped seeing Heather right before

graduation. Someone who was considered a popular kid at my high school tried to organize our

10-year high school

reunion on a cruise ship. Obviously, nobody wanted to shell out that kind of money, so the reunion

never happened. When I was in seventh grade, this rich, snobby bully, John, grabbed off my head

a wool scarf that my mother had knitted for me. He threw the scarf into a pile of muddy leaves

and jumped up and down on it. When I went home that day, my mother was furious when she saw the

torn, muddy scarf. She made me tell her who did it, then she called the school principal and

yelled at him. The next day, John got pulled into the principal's office and paddled. That's when they

still paddled kids. That's a paddling.

Fifty-five years later at our 50th class reunion, John came up to me and angrily said,

You got me in trouble in the seventh grade. I got him in trouble? And he's still mad about it?

55 years later? I said, John, you were a jerk in high school and you're still a jerk, and I walked away.

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