Save Ferris

I make a crack about the health of the readers at the AP US exam and I get food poisoning.

The good news is that my Table Leader - may all honor and glory be his - saw me with the shakes and ordered me home.  I assented, thinking everyone else would be out by 1-2pm anyway.

They were there until the last dog died.

I blame the chief reader who suggested we might be done early.

Jinx.

Anyway, when I found out from my friends that they were reading up to 5pm, I felt like Ferris Bueller.