My turn: Playing hookie requires careful planning

One of my favorite episodes of the 1970s “Laverne & Shirley” TV show was when Laverne and Shirley played hookie from work. It was more trouble that it was worth.

As an adult, I won’t admit playing “hookie” from work. I had to carefully plan my “sick days.” As lifestyles editor in Hobbs, Mondays were out. I had to write my Good Neighbor feature for Tuesday. Fridays were out. Had to edit my lifestyles section for the Sunday edition. Thursdays were not good either. That was my copy deadline. That left me with only a carefully orchestrated Tuesday or Wednesday.

It was easier to play hookie as a child. Not that I condone it, but who hasn’t played hookie once or twice? In junior high, my friend and I took an “extended lunch.” She lived across the street from the school. We were sitting in the principal’s office when a news bulletin on TV announced President Reagan was shot. A small perk, followed by a major consequence, being grounded.

In high school, after skipping with my sister Becky and friends, we forged a note saying we were at the dentist.

An inquisitive Mrs. Call asked, “Which dentist?”

Becky thought quickly and replied, “Dr. Cottrell!”

“Really,” Mrs. Call shook her head. “He closed his office years ago.”

Gulp.