Damn you Mr Table Varnish!
Post by Luke
Today i arrived at school in what i thought was perfect uniform, but in fact, wasnt.
Not even 3 seconds was I on school grounds, did a teacher, who we nick-named Mr Table Varnish, yelled the flozmatron outta me!
He took me to his office, he lectured me about Respect, Integrity and some other floppin nonsense (i wasnt really paying attention) anyway, he was so upset in fact, that he asked for my phone number to ring my mum to notify her that he was going to send me home to get changed.
Now, in the heat of this silly waste of time, i was thinking that it would be a fantastic idea to give him the number to a different place.. a hotel.. for example. But then 87 thousand different possible outcomes tsunami’d my brain, and i changed my mind.
As i was leaving for my house, he said to me
“LUKE, i want you there and back in 20 minutes, Or You’ll be in big trouble..” i then complained that it takes me half an hour to get there, and back, not to mention i have to spend 10 minutes to find some clean clothes. He then said
“well you better get movin then”
grumpily upset i headed for the door, Only to be interrupted by a different teacher!
the teacher said to me..
“Luke, you should of just told him to.. Chill.. Out.. or whatever it is you young kids say these days..”
Truer words could never have been spoken better than by our very own under-cover secret agent.. codenamed.. Gangster Greg..
All in all it took me about 50 minutes to get to my home and back with a decent pair of clothes, when all of it couldve been avoided if i just buttoned up my top button, hiding my casual shirt underneath..
Damn you Mr Table Varnish!
