A tale torn from the annals of SWMBO, Special Education Teacher:
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One afternoon, a mother waited at the bus stop to meet her son as he came home from middle school...her normal practice. But this day, when the bus pulled to a stop, her son did not disembark. Instead, the bus driver got off.
The mother knew, instinctively, that her son was In Trouble. Not an especially unusual circumstance these days, alas.
“All right,” she asked the driver. “What did the little shit do now?”
The bus driver looked embarrassed. He cast his eyes toward the ground, unable to look the mother in the eye as he answered:
“He said ‘shit.’”
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True story...and exactly 100 words.
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One afternoon, a mother waited at the bus stop to meet her son as he came home from middle school...her normal practice. But this day, when the bus pulled to a stop, her son did not disembark. Instead, the bus driver got off.
The mother knew, instinctively, that her son was In Trouble. Not an especially unusual circumstance these days, alas.
“All right,” she asked the driver. “What did the little shit do now?”
The bus driver looked embarrassed. He cast his eyes toward the ground, unable to look the mother in the eye as he answered:
“He said ‘shit.’”
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True story...and exactly 100 words.
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