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This incident happened to me during high school shop class and to this day I don’t think I ever laughed so hard in my life.
Print shop class consisted mostly of boys back in the 1970’s. During that time, I was one of the few girls who completed the course. During my sophomore year, I had to contend with rowdy urban boys who liked to torment and embarrass me on a regular basis. Most days I ignored them. But one day I decided to fight back at two of the particular ornery guys, Jose and Lavond. I shot words back at them that would have raised the hair on my mama's neck.
Our instructor, who had just moved to the USA from Trinidad, overheard the three of us using foul language and was mortified. After giving us a harsh lecture in a thick Creole accent, he made us leave the class by assigning us paper delivery to the storage room. We loaded bales of wrapped reams of fresh cut paper onto a heavy bed cart. I pushed the tremendously heavy shop door and held it open while the two young men rolled the old lumbering cart through. Then we headed down the long corridor leading to the front office.
Jose and Lavond grumbled and moaned all the way to the office, blaming me alone for getting us kicked out of the shop room. I grumbled back at them. We were all in an ugly, somber mood.
After completing our task and heading back to print shop with the empty bed cart, Jose suggested I sit on the cart while they pushed it, which I did. I had on a short skirt (it was the 70’s, remember? LOL) so I wrapped my ankles together to keep my skirt from going up.
That was all these boys needed to resume their teasing. I shot back at them all over again. Suddenly, foolishness seized their male juvenile brains and chuckling like chimps, they began to race the cart down the hall, believing I couldn’t jump off at that speed and with that short skirt on.
Faster and faster they went laughing their fool heads off as I shrieked like a banshee all the way down the corridor. It quickly dawned on me that they couldn’t stop in time and that we’d crash into the heavy shop door, injuring me in the process. So I took a chance and leaped off the cart running as fast as I could so the cart didn’t hit me in the back of my legs.
Luckily, I was a fast runner and I made it in time to push open the heavy door and get inside the shop. Unfortunately, those two idiots were seconds behind and as that big cart hit the door, it pushed me forward, sprawling me spread eagle across the floor smack dab in front of our instructor. At the same time, Jose and Lavond, trying to steer the wobbly cart, crashed head-on into the lavatory door with a horrendous BOOM that echoed through the shop.
If that wasn’t comical enough, our instructor looked at me sitting on the floor laughing my head off, looked at the boys hunched over the cart handle in total hysterics, then uttered, “Oooohhhhh Gawd, these American kids are soooo (insert expletive) craaaazzzeeee!”
Of course, we got a week of detention. But those boys and I laughed the entire rest of the day and into the weeks and months that followed each time the incident was mentioned. The best thing about it was, Jose and Lavond became my friends and didn’t tease me so much from then on. LOL
This incident happened to me during high school shop class and to this day I don’t think I ever laughed so hard in my life.
Print shop class consisted mostly of boys back in the 1970’s. During that time, I was one of the few girls who completed the course. During my sophomore year, I had to contend with rowdy urban boys who liked to torment and embarrass me on a regular basis. Most days I ignored them. But one day I decided to fight back at two of the particular ornery guys, Jose and Lavond. I shot words back at them that would have raised the hair on my mama's neck.
Our instructor, who had just moved to the USA from Trinidad, overheard the three of us using foul language and was mortified. After giving us a harsh lecture in a thick Creole accent, he made us leave the class by assigning us paper delivery to the storage room. We loaded bales of wrapped reams of fresh cut paper onto a heavy bed cart. I pushed the tremendously heavy shop door and held it open while the two young men rolled the old lumbering cart through. Then we headed down the long corridor leading to the front office.
Jose and Lavond grumbled and moaned all the way to the office, blaming me alone for getting us kicked out of the shop room. I grumbled back at them. We were all in an ugly, somber mood.
After completing our task and heading back to print shop with the empty bed cart, Jose suggested I sit on the cart while they pushed it, which I did. I had on a short skirt (it was the 70’s, remember? LOL) so I wrapped my ankles together to keep my skirt from going up.
That was all these boys needed to resume their teasing. I shot back at them all over again. Suddenly, foolishness seized their male juvenile brains and chuckling like chimps, they began to race the cart down the hall, believing I couldn’t jump off at that speed and with that short skirt on.
Faster and faster they went laughing their fool heads off as I shrieked like a banshee all the way down the corridor. It quickly dawned on me that they couldn’t stop in time and that we’d crash into the heavy shop door, injuring me in the process. So I took a chance and leaped off the cart running as fast as I could so the cart didn’t hit me in the back of my legs.
Luckily, I was a fast runner and I made it in time to push open the heavy door and get inside the shop. Unfortunately, those two idiots were seconds behind and as that big cart hit the door, it pushed me forward, sprawling me spread eagle across the floor smack dab in front of our instructor. At the same time, Jose and Lavond, trying to steer the wobbly cart, crashed head-on into the lavatory door with a horrendous BOOM that echoed through the shop.
If that wasn’t comical enough, our instructor looked at me sitting on the floor laughing my head off, looked at the boys hunched over the cart handle in total hysterics, then uttered, “Oooohhhhh Gawd, these American kids are soooo (insert expletive) craaaazzzeeee!”
Of course, we got a week of detention. But those boys and I laughed the entire rest of the day and into the weeks and months that followed each time the incident was mentioned. The best thing about it was, Jose and Lavond became my friends and didn’t tease me so much from then on. LOL
another story! my brother and i were in my mom's room play fighting. my mom was on her bed folding clothes. now, i don't exactly remember what happened, but apparently we made a mess of something. maybe we knocked down the clothes idk. well, i had my back towards my mom, which meant my brother could see what was gonna happen next. all of a sudden he runs out the room. i quickly turn around and see my mom grabbing the broom to chase after us. this is when i run out the room to follow brother into his room, but he'd already closed the door to his room and left me outside. i was trying to get in. he was holding his door shut, and.... then the door fell from the hinges. lol
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Melita, that reminds me of when my two sons were pre-teen and going through the stage of wrestling & fighting all the time. One day I was stretched out on the couch recuperating from motherhood and of course my boys decided to act like 2 Tasmanian devils, knocking each other around. Both of them finally came stomping and yelling to me about how one did what injustice to the other, wanting me to resolve the conflict. But I was too darned tired that day and I said, "Just go ahead and beat each other up till you've learned your lesson." They looked at me in shock like I just abandoned the fort and they both just stood there and cried.