He waited outside the high school principal’s office wondering what trouble his son had gotten into this time. What had he done? Why couldn’t the kid give him a break between escapades? Was that too much to ask?
And why were these chairs so uncomfortable? Did they purposely look for the meanest ass breaker chairs possible? He supposed they did.
There was no predicting what the ornery little brat had done. He sincerely hoped it wasn’t anything involving flames, or wigs or requiring monetary compensation. Payday wasn’t til the following week.
This year his kid had awakened with the need to drive people insane and was doing a damn fine job of it. He’d been summoned here 3 times already and it wasn’t yet winter break.
In September, he’d been presented with a laundry list of foul terms, phrases, and bad choices in music when his son had hacked into the PA system and used it as his own personal radio station.
He’d had to yes ma’am and no ma’am that sourpuss principal with no sense of humor for what seemed like hours and then when his son admitted that he’d gotten the idea from him, that he’d heard his dear old Dad reminiscing about his high school days?
Yep. Definitely could kiss the Parent of the Year Award buh-bye.
October had brought the smuggling in of a universal TV remote so that the day’s planned educational video had been replaced with Jerry Springer reruns the second the teacher had left the room (privately, he rather thought that one had been genius) to which he’d made the horrific mistake of laughing.
Not laughing, but belly laughing hard and loud and hearing it echo up and down the corridors, that most certainly had done little for the damage control he was up attempting to try, well…
Not one of his finer moments to be sure.
It was November and here he was again. So what the monster done?? And why was he waiting and sweating as if he’d been the one who’d done something wrong?
The school should really consider handing out stress balls to the parents they made sit here for any length of time because this just sucked a-
“You may come in now.”
ugh Here we go.
Plastering on his best smile he slunk into the stuffy dim lit office and saw his son beaming with a mischievous smile from under his bright blue eyes from which the devil in him shone.
“Dad! I figured out how to get fresh milk at school. I brought Baby in so I didn’t have to drink the pasteurized stuff you said the buttknuckles who work here serve us but …”
That was it. The kid obviously wanted to kill him.
Tahiti. Tahiti might be nice this time of year.