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Post by mulv on Oct 16, 2022 11:05:10 GMT
In my first teaching job, every breaktime people would pick up the biscuit tin and give it a shake to see if there was anything edible inside. Whenever anybody bought biscuits for the staffroom, it was almost a sackable offence to eat the pink wafers - they had to be reserved for the Head Teacher.
I'm not sure what caused me to do this other than pure devilry, but I bought a couple of packets of pink wafers, but didn't put them in the tin. Instead I put a couple of blocks of wood in, and dropped a note on top saying, "With love from the biscuit fairy."
It was my turn for morning break duty so I wasn't in the staffroom, but my name was mud. Somebody must've said something to the Head, because at lunchtime, when he appeared, he DIDN'T make a beeline for the biscuits.
"Nobody fancy a biscuit?" asked oh so innocent Mr Mulvey. Nobody wanted one, even the Head, so I casually lifted the lid, took out a wafer (with which I'd replaced the wooden blocks right at the start of lunch) and calmly ate it.
The Head was massively aggrieved and started berating the teacher who'd warned him about the wood. She was stunned and protested her innocence. I finished the biscuit and sat back to enjoy the show.
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Post by will on Oct 16, 2022 12:22:02 GMT
How did you ever manage to climb the greasy pole to the Head's office yourself?
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