Monday, April 10, 2006

Both are moist, brown, and strong-smelling. . . . .

Meanwhile, back in time in that same middle school. . . . .

There was a teacher there who had a bad habit of helping himself to bits and pieces and entire portions of other people's lunches. A teacher would open the refrigerator in the lounge, take out his/her lunch bag, and lo, something would be missing. Sometimes it was the entire lunch.

Everybody knew who it was, but we couldn't quite catch him in the act. So, the male teachers set a trap for him.

They brought in a huge luscious-looking batch of brownies, studded with pecans, covered with thick icing, and covered with foil, taped a label that said "do not touch, these are for the kids' party" on them, and put them in the teacher's lounge.

When we all came in for lunch, over half the brownies were gone.

Nobody ever said another word about it, but that particular teacher was absent for the next three days.

He had it coming to him.

Isn't Ex-Lax versatile?