I have raided Alex's special box in an effort to find a note that I wrote him in junior high. His box contains things that are of sentimental value to him, and that sentimentality is another reason I love him. I did find the note eventually, after also discovering a pearl earring (pretty sure it's mine), a rubber snake (I have no idea), three candy canes (two of which were in an envelope), a sock with his name and a red bell drawn on it in permanent marker, and a handout entitled What Message is Sent by Good Manners? (I also love him for his politeness.)
Since we grew up in a very rural area, political correctness was still allowed to slide when we were in middle school, and we held an annual "Maid Day" and "Slave Day." During these student body sponsored events, boys and girls could tag each other and have a "maid" or "slave" for a day. Alex tagged me for maid day one year, so I naturally reciprocated on slave day with the instructions pictured above, which also included a towel. Here is an excerpt for your entertainment:
Sweet Revenge (I apparently had a flair for the dramatic.)
Here are your instructions. Whenever you see me, bow down, take the towel and put it in front of me so I can walk over it. I'll tap you on the head and then you can stand up and ask how you may be of service.
Whenever you hear my name stand if you are sitting or sit if you are standing and sing "Hallelujah."
Whenever someone asks who tagged you, tell them, "My master--Jennifer Marie Bramall. Isn't that great?" Remember to say it with feeling.
Whenever you see Mr. Poulsen tug at his pants, stand up and wave at him. (Alex probably had to do this a lot. Mr. Poulsen was always tugging at his trousers. Perhaps our band director had a very bad tailor?)
Take a poll of at least 15 people on the following question: Do you like green eggs and ham?
Now you know why he wanted to be my personal slave for the rest of our lives. What's not to like?