A Longing To Move Belongings
(My sixth grade teacher has a huge sense of humor. He will do weird things like do a show with Mr. and Mrs. Potatohead in the back of the classroom while we are supposed to be doing a math assignment. One day, I am sent out on an errand. When I come back I find that all my stuff has moved to the back of the classroom. I move it all back. Then I am sent out again.)
Me: “Okay. No one touch any of my things.”
Teacher: “I won’t touch your stuff.”
Me: “You promise.”
Teacher: “I promise. I will not touch your things.”
(He moved my desk.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?