Miss Debussy, the Math teacher, was sorting her supplies in
the store cupboard, idly singing her thoughts, when Mr Walker, the P.E teacher,
strode in, closing the door behind him.
“I knew it!” he said, forcing her against the wall. “You’re really
a dirty girl!”
“Monsieur Walker, what are you doing?”
“I heard your singing about your ‘love’, I knew that you
were another French tart! Stop playing coy!”
She slapped him and ran.
Luckily at the arbitration hearing, Mr. Barclay, who was
both Arbitrator and the English teacher, was able to point out that the plural
was actually compasses.
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