Today during lecture, he asked us to turn to our books so we could review new vocabulary. As he flipped the pages to his book, the sweep of his fingers caused the entire book to flip across his desk, and a couple slips of paper flew out.
A magnified playback of this would reveal the humiliating part of the story.
"Oh my God," he said, and as he picked it up, he showed us what he held. "...Free Frosty, anyone??"
Yep, my 50+ year-old professor kept coupons for Wendy's irresistible flash-frozen treats between the pages of an intermediate Italian textbook. Multiple coupons, to note.
Naturally, we all laughed together and Professore transitioned smoothly into the vocabulary review.
Needless to say, I'm glad it wasn't me. Although now I've got a craving for a Frosty.