A Poetic Resolution
It is the first day of class with a horrible poetry teacher.
She knew kids hated poetry, so she hated all of us right off the bat.
She tells us that fifty percent of the grade would be to recite a memorized poem. I raise my hand and ask if I can do it right then.
She was completely shocked, and loved me for the rest of the year.
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
