Our teacher comes to class straight from his law office, always in a tie and sometimes in a suit. Always very professional. Today I'm surprised to see him in a pale yellow coat and bright green tie. It assaults the eyes and makes me think of white jackets and celery.
"Nice tie, sir," I say, feeling that it needs commenting on.
He laughs and wonders aloud whether or not I'm being sarcastic.
"So!" Coat off, tie loosened, shirts sleeves rolled, laptop out. "What did everyone do on their day off yesterday? Around the room. Anna, start!"
I grin, remembering. "I received a shipment three weeks early."
"A shipment of what?"
I smile, shake my head, put my arm on the table and lean on my hand. "Well, it's kind of embarrassing."
"Ooooooh." A collective noise like I've been called to the principal's office.
"No, okay, it was a…a set of Doctor Who action figures."
I'd said embarrassing because we're college students; because I'd been running around the house with Eleven in my hand like he was going to vanish if I let go of him. Because I squealed over the detail on Four's scarf, lamented an orange tint on Five's shoes, and regretted that Nine wasn't in his green shirt. Because I stood Six on his head and told him he was an asshole for the way he treated Perry. The box had said they were great for display; for collectors, but it was becoming very clear I wasn't going to leave them behind plastic. Poor Seven already fell off the kitchen counter. They were toys, plain and simple. And I was a bit old for that.
"What's that?" Violet asks, turning around to frown at me.
"It's a British show, which is why it was supposed to take so long, 'cause they're not sold in America."
"Is it good?"
"Yeah, once you get over it being, well, British, because they don't do comedy the way we do. But it's really good-"
The teacher claps his hands, alerting me to his laugher. "Doctor Who! I had no idea anyone still watched that! What was that, the most low-budget, psychedelic show on public television?"
I sit rigidly in my seat. "They've made a new series now-"
"But it was just RIDICULOUS, wasn't it? You actually watch that? I had no idea they were still showing it!"
"Actually," I say stiffly, "I had to pirate it."
"REALLY?! You went to all that trouble?? Doctor Who! Wow, THAT was a low-budget show…"
"It was 1969!" I exclaim. "They couldn't exactly help it!"
"Well maybe, but even for the time period it seemed particularly bad. Action figures, huh? How much did you pay for them?"
I take a deep breath. "Am I to understand, Sir, that you don't like Doctor Who?"
"Well, I…like I said, it's psychedelic, low-budget, and kind of stupid."
"Mmhmm." I lean back and cross my arms. "I don't like your tie."