Sauced Teacher
Barbecue sauce, that is. David-of-the-winsome-grin held up his barbecue sauce packet and said, “Hep, peas.” So I hepped. I took the slimy little packet from his slimy little hand, grasped it tightly and attempted to tear the end. Apparently David had been working on the packet for quite some time — with his teeth. Barbecue sauce oozed out of a gazillion little holes. David laughed gleefully.  I went to bathe.
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Hmmm, we can’t get decent BBQ sauce in Europe (at least not that I’ve found). Feel free to take the mess of papertowels you bathed with and ship them to me!
awww… hope you wear something that washes easily to your classes.
LOL what a great comment from “I Dive At Night” Won’t even attempt to top that one!
Morgan — you do NOT want me to fish them out of the cafeteria garbage can. Trust me on this.
Polona — 100% wash-n-wear, plus we keep a bottle of stain remover beside the laundry basket.
Pauline — please don’t encourage Morgan. He already jumps off cliffs of his own free will.
What ever happened to the good ol’ days of squeeze bottles!? Does EVERYTHING have to come in a packet these days??? Quilly… at least you look good in red!
Melli — do you want to use a squeeze bottle of bbq sauce after it has been through the hands of 600 children?
Did you ever imagine that teaching could be so darn messy? haha
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