01-16-2006, 01:44 AM
Two new eight year old boys arrive to particpate in my clinic of 6 or 7 kids. They were normal rambunctious kids, nothing out of the norm. It was their second tennis lesson ever, their first with me.
Big Fat Mom sat outside the court with her ugly face pressed up against the backdrop, watching. Nothing unusual happened. After the lesson she phoned my boss and said,
"I don't want my boys in Blondie's class ever again. She told the kids to SHUT UP and she called a six year old girl FAT."
I just stared at my boss looking like this: :eek:
I could never imagine doing either thing. It's amazing to me that people can make shit up out of whole cloth.
Big Fat Mom sat outside the court with her ugly face pressed up against the backdrop, watching. Nothing unusual happened. After the lesson she phoned my boss and said,
"I don't want my boys in Blondie's class ever again. She told the kids to SHUT UP and she called a six year old girl FAT."
I just stared at my boss looking like this: :eek:
I could never imagine doing either thing. It's amazing to me that people can make shit up out of whole cloth.