On Wednesday a 5 year old girl took one look at me, started bawling and refused to come into the classroom.
Why? I’m not that bloody ugly. Although, now I think about it, I was wearing a hockey mask and revving a chainsaw.
Basically, she threw a spaz-tantrum, hid behind her mother’s skirt and physically lashed out when she was man-handled into the class.
My powers of empathy had deserted me. “Oh, grow up!” I thought, conveniently forgetting that she was actually 5 years-old.
And that I was wearing a hockey mask and revving a chainsaw.
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Maybe you should have changed your pants and socks that day?
Don't you mean week Paul?
Apparently dirty pants and socks clean themselves naturally after 6 months.
I'll let you know the results of my experiment.
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