The day Scott made a girl cry

My friend Scott teaches at an alternative high school. I'd tell you the name of it, but then I'd have to kill you. Now, for those of you who are regular readers, you'll remember Scott's ad I had up last week. He's not what you'd call a big guy. I mean, he's only like 110 soaking wet. (Oh, please. At least 105, Scott would say sarcastically). So it's hard to see him getting mad enough to make a girl cry.

The other day in class, a girl called a boy a "dirty fag." Scott, in his teacher-man voice, quickly admonished her by telling her that that word was not allowed and her actions would not be tolerated in his class.

She said it again. And Scott admonished her again saying, "That word is offensive and wrong."

"Well," the girl said, "I think that being gay is offensive and wrong so I'm going to call them what I think they are: Fags."

Scott then told her she had to sit in the back by herself.

She moved to the back of the room where she cried for the rest of the class period.

The other students were shocked and got on his case for being so harsh on her. Scott replied, "Why you gotta be gettin' all up in my Kool-Aid when you don't even know my flava?"

End scene.