A Class Of Slytheryns
(I am a substitute and I am sitting in on a sixth-grade social studies class. Now, like what usually happens when the teacher is away, the kids want to play. A group of boys for some reason start hissing at each other like snakes. It gets annoying very quickly, but I’m not a mean person so I decide to chastise them with a little fun.)
Me: “Stop hissing. This is not Hogwarts and no one here is allowed to speak Parseltongue.”
Class: *stares at me in shock*
Me: “Yes, I have read Harry Potter.”
(They really liked me after that.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?