47/365: Maryanne

She was our lunch monitor one year, and one of the people my parents called the three or four days in my childhood when they went out without the kids.

You might find a million reasons why they didn't go out by themselves all that often, but I think the real reason was because I was so damn irritating. I don't know how many times I said "that's not how my mom does it" but Maryanne took it with a lot of grace. She was sooo nice.

Still, I was horrified when I saw her scrape leftovers from dinner off her plate and into the garbage.