I wonder...

I wonder if Mr McLaughlin was as old as he claimed. No, seriously, although 250 years old seems odd, think about it. He could pronounce 'Llanfair...' and he could speak fluent Dutch, yet he was teaching Graphic design at a High School. Bizarre. He could have at least taught Dutch. [Shrug].

(This epic story is dedicated to Baldylocks, to whom this severe and unusual punishment was dealt.)

"...Folks, when I was in Holland, I went to a cafe and I saw Vincent van Gogh
and I-"

[Baldylocks sneezes and Mr McLaughlin
shoots him an evil glare]

"...Gezund Heit, as we say in Spain [glare
fading away to a grin]. So, I said, Vincent, ol' Vincent, would you like a
drink? He said-"

[Baldylocks sneezes again]

"...come on ******,
don't play around [Baldylocks is about to protest his innocence when the story
continues]. And he said, no, I've-..."

[Baldylocks sneezes a couple of
times. Mr McLaughlin, in a hissing rage, turns on
him.]

"... NOW NOW, sir, I EXPECT BETTER FROM MY OWN CLASS. I'LL SEE YOU
AT MY ROOM, 3.25, T1..."

[Baldylocks protests 'But sir...']

"NOPE, I'LL SEE YOU IN MY Room, 3.25, T1."

['But']

"RIGHT, SIR, I'LL SEE YOU THERE TOMORROW AS WELL. Oh, did I ever tell
you about the time I met the Queen of England. Stunning it was. Quite
stunning..."

Oh, I just need to mention this, to prevent myself infringing any copyright. Both Mr McLaughlin and the Dutch Football team are Copyright of PmC. :)

"Sayonara, as we say in French!"