Creepy loner seen with teens

So, the interim features editor walks over to my desk this afternoon and asked if I was doing anything tonight.

Naturally, I was flattered, but I told him that I was married and I just didn't think of him like that.

After a few moments of confusion, he clarfied by asking me to go down the street and take pictures of prom kids and ask them questions.

This didn't sound so bad, until I remembered someone earlier today told me I look like a high school reporter rather than a real reporter. So all of a sudden at the prom, I got really self-conscious as I snapped pictures of 17-year-old girls.

Luckily, I found the principal, told him who I was and eased the minds of every chaperone there. Apparently my presence presented a nightmare scenario. Damn you Hollywood and your slasher flicks, i.e. the recently released -- and aptly titled in this case -- "Prom Night."