Shelli flounces up to my desk one afternoon, obviously upset.
"I have to talk to you about my grade," she huffs at me.
"Ok, what's up?" I reply.
"It says I have a zero for one of my tests."
"Yes." I say, waiting patiently.
At this, Shelli stamps her foot (stamps her foot!) and heaves an explosive sigh. "So I don't understand how I can have a zero on a test I didn't even take!"
I look at Shelli for a second.
"You want to rethink that statement for a little while and get back to me?"