I didn't even teach a kid's class yesterday, but they managed to amuse (and mildly horrify) me nontheless.
After arriving at work, I sat down to eat my delicious and thoughtfully-prepared konbini sammich when a little boy ran into the teacher's room.
"Hi!" I said brightly. "What's your name?"
He furrowed brow and stared at me, then looked down at my feet. "Purple!" he shrieked, pointing at my suede Jeffrey Campbell thankyouverymuch shoes.
"Good job, that's right! Purple!" I held my hand up. "High five!"
The child declined my offer of a high-five in favour of getting down and licking my left shoe.
I used to know a couple guys who'd pay for that kind of treatment. Why the hell am I working here?
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