Busted by Frank

Posted: November 24, 2015 in Classroom, Education, Humor

damnI was a High School Athletic Director at the time, and I was making the rounds passing out some paperwork to my coaches.  One of my volleyball coaches taught 3rd Grade, and I have to say she was, well, pretty straight if you will. In fact, she was really uptight about some of the very things in life that yours truly indulges in from time-to-time.  Keep this in mind as you read the conversation that took place between me and a little kid named Frank as I walked into her room:

Frank: “HEY! I saw you in the liquor store!”

Me, startled: “Huh? What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Frank: “Yeah, it was you. It was on Thursday in Greenfield. You were at the liquor store.”

At this point I remember that I was in fact in Greenfield on Thursday, and was, yes, at the liquor store. At this point I’m not sure why but I felt compelled to cover my ass. Perhaps it was the uptight teacher standing there and I didn’t want to be teacher’s lounge gossip fodder. Anyway . . .

Me: “Oh yeah, a buddy of mine owns the place so I was stopping in to say hello.”

Again, I’ve no idea why I felt I needed to lie to the kid but he had me on the ropes. Alright, I admit it.  I panicked. Anyway, the kid wasn’t convinced…

Frank, skeptically: “Huh.”

At that point I’d given the papers to the teacher and was on my way out. Hey, I felt I was good to go. But as the door was about to shut behind me I heard this:

“That’s funny. I thought I saw him buying vodka.”


Damn kid was probably flunking 3rd Grade but he remembered every detail of my trip to Joe’s Party Shop.



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