do they think?

I went into the bathroom after school today during snack time, and there's one of my advisees, with a soft pretzel on a plate on the counter.
me: "what's this?"
advisee: "my snack."
me: picking up plate "This isn't exactly sanitary." then, holding up the clear bag of approximately 50 mustard packets "what's this? what do you think you're doing?"
advisee: "______ didn't want to come to the bathroom by herself."
voice from the bathroom stall: "Hi Miss Book!"
me: "What, she needed moral support? And you needed the whole bag of mustard packets? I think you need to take all of this back to the dining hall."

Unbelievable.

On a more serious note, this was also the advisee whose conversation I overheard yesterday:
cheerleading coach: "If those paw prints are falling off, I can sew them back on for you. Or...can your mom sew? Ask her, and if she can't, then I can do it."
advisee: "I don't know if she can sew. And I can't ask her because she isn't talking to me."

What the h?! That's what you do when you're in middle school, not when you're an adult. Argh. That kind of thing really burns me up.