Another one from my teaching days...
Video poker at the bar a soothing respite from Sophomore essays far from the maddening voices we're struggling to find Game's on and-- I miss my dyslexic friend What do heavy equipment operators and English teachers have in common? football--mostly how arrogant to assume after 28 years of Jr. High technology and remedial reading I could step into high school English How much D would appreciate the ambiguity of Hamlet or the religious satire of "The Lottery?" The stool next to me speaks "So, where you headed" "I live here." "Really? What do you do?" "I teach." "No..." "Yea.. High School English." "No ! I thought you was one of us dirty old truck drivers!" "Well... (what am I supposed to say) ...thanks!" (it's nice to fit somewhere)
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