JOST A MON

The idle ramblings of a Jack of some trades, Master of none

The headmaster saw the boy in the corridor between classes.

"Where are you going?" he said.

"To the toilet, sir," said the boy.

"You may have not been here for very long," said the headmaster, "but in this country we call it 'lavatory'."

"I've lived here all my life, sir," said the boy.

"Well, you don't look like it," said the headmaster.

1 comments:

Space Bar said...

WTF? And this is in the new school? Poor A. Hugs from me.

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