That moment when your assistant principal bids on your teacher lunch date at the school auction. 

Because no one else did. 

And he feels bad for you. 

To be fair, no parents from our class attended the auction.**

**Because they don’t care.***

***So I guess any way you slice it, it’s insulting. 

What’s that? How was auction, you ask? I don’t know, I didn’t go. 

Oh.