All morning there just seemed to be something different, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
My year 11s were restless, not their normal hard working (mostly) selves. Some of the girls were giggling for no apparent reason, and it took a little more than normal efforts to get them to stop. It even started with some of the boys as well. Weird. What was going on?
Even as I walked back to the staffroom for a very well deserved cup of coffee, I was picking up some strange vibrations from the kids. What on earth was wrong with them today?
Was there a big fight scheduled down at the park after school?
Was the canteen selling Marijuana cookies? Again.
Was it something about me?
I went into the gents and examined myself carefully in the big mirrors.
No ink or paint on my face or balding skull.
No big bogies hanging from my nose.
I had another class in 4 minutes, so I thought I'd better relieve the bladder pressure before I left.
No. I hadn't caught parts of me that are almost designed to get caught in my trouser zip.
I hadn't had a heart attack.
I hadn't lost control of any sphincters.
All morning I had been walking around the school and my classes with my trouser fly gaping open.
Not one of my students had thought to mention it. To me.
Thank goodness I had always followed my Mum's advice and I had clean pants on. Boxers actually.
Now all the kids knew their teacher went around wearing boxers with pictures of Mickey Mouse on them.
I don't know if I can live with the shame.
Yes of course I can. And I will have my revenge. Maybe I should change that idea of mine for April Fool. 100, 000 volts would give a much more satisfying crackle.
Purely as an aside, as I was researching images for this little post, I vowed that I would not have any images of naked ladies, as this would be inappropriate for today's theme.
However, when I did a search for open fly, guess what popped up.
An image designated The Open Fly Fishing Championship.
Now you cannot get much more PC than that.
|Seriously. The Open Fly Fishing Champion|