ALL A MISUNDERSTANDING
It seems there was a couple who arrived at a resort and headed directly to the oceanside after a long flight. The man, returning to the room for his cooler, found the maid cleaning his room.
Picking up the cooler he asked, "It's ok if we drink beer on the beach isn't it?"
She replied, "Well, I have a few more rooms to finish cleaning first."
So when in the early part of my sophomore year I sat in a big Study Hall in the school auditorium. Back then, for some reason we had to go to school till 4:05. School started at 8:15. We were putting in long hours and to keep us corralled, study halls were a necessity. That year I had two until Drivers Training classes started. So there I sat.
Assistants took roll for the two teachers manning the Study Hall. After roll was taken a teacher read the names of those reported absent. "If I call your name and you're here, report down front."
My name was called. Seated in the middle of a row of auditorium seats near the back, I got up and negotiated my move. By the time I reached the end of the row, the huge teacher had scuffled her way to the very back of the auditorium.
Decision time. Do I walk 10 rows to the back to her and her fellow teacher, then conversing, or do I go to the front of the auditorium as directed.
Wrong choice. I walked twenty rows to the front of the auditorium and stood there clicking an ink pen while a Senior neighbor of mine who liked to make my life somewhat miserable started laughing at me. He was joined by others. The smiling teacher didn't seem to mind to make me pay for my poor decision.
Finally, she ambled or sashayed down to me where I gave her my name and melted back to my seat.
I wasn't scarred too badly. But I never liked that teacher for hanging me out to dry. And the Senior. I still played ball with him and helped him push his car when it wouldn't start. It was just the price you paid back then for misunderstanding.
It seems there was a couple who arrived at a resort and headed directly to the oceanside after a long flight. The man, returning to the room for his cooler, found the maid cleaning his room.
Picking up the cooler he asked, "It's ok if we drink beer on the beach isn't it?"
She replied, "Well, I have a few more rooms to finish cleaning first."
So when in the early part of my sophomore year I sat in a big Study Hall in the school auditorium. Back then, for some reason we had to go to school till 4:05. School started at 8:15. We were putting in long hours and to keep us corralled, study halls were a necessity. That year I had two until Drivers Training classes started. So there I sat.
Assistants took roll for the two teachers manning the Study Hall. After roll was taken a teacher read the names of those reported absent. "If I call your name and you're here, report down front."
My name was called. Seated in the middle of a row of auditorium seats near the back, I got up and negotiated my move. By the time I reached the end of the row, the huge teacher had scuffled her way to the very back of the auditorium.
Decision time. Do I walk 10 rows to the back to her and her fellow teacher, then conversing, or do I go to the front of the auditorium as directed.
Wrong choice. I walked twenty rows to the front of the auditorium and stood there clicking an ink pen while a Senior neighbor of mine who liked to make my life somewhat miserable started laughing at me. He was joined by others. The smiling teacher didn't seem to mind to make me pay for my poor decision.
Finally, she ambled or sashayed down to me where I gave her my name and melted back to my seat.
I wasn't scarred too badly. But I never liked that teacher for hanging me out to dry. And the Senior. I still played ball with him and helped him push his car when it wouldn't start. It was just the price you paid back then for misunderstanding.
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