Witch-Slapped
(Two lady teachers come down our hallway, dripping wet from a morning downpour.)
Teacher #1: “Ms. [Teacher #2], we’re just poor little flowers who are going to melt from all this rain.”
Me: *shouting from in my room* “Wasn’t it the Wicked Witch of the West that melted when she got wet?”
Question of the Week
Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.