My friend Chalky.
Probably the nicest bloke I know, and for this story alone he qualifies for legendary status.

There was a completely incompetent English teacher in my high school called Mrs Cook. Standing at all of four foot nine, she was known as "The Little Chef".

Chalky's register class was held in her room. She was typically late, and one morning our hero spotted the classroom keys on her desk. He swiped them and hid in wait in an adjoining corridor. As she entered the classroom and closed the door, Chalky locked it, trapping her and the rest of her register class, and wandered off to his first class of the day.

She set off her rape alarm (to quote a physics teacher "As if.") and eventually somebody came to free the hostages.

Word got round that Chalky was the perpetrator of this heinous crime, and he was called to the headmaster's office. Naturally he denied all knowledge and claimed that he'd been late in that day.

The headmaster looked him in the eye.

"Very well. We'll have to call in the police and fingerprint the keys. If we find your prints on the keys sitting on this desk, you are going to be in a lot of trouble. If I were you I'd own up now."

Chalky considered his position.

He reached across the desk, picked up the keys and asked "You mean these keys?"
(Generator cannot be named for legal reasons, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 13:59, 4 replies)

good lad
shake his hand for me
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 14:07, closed)

You are Jim Davidson.
AICMFP
( girlinthehole, Wed 4 Feb 2009, 14:26, closed)

Smart lad!
*click*
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Wed 4 Feb 2009, 14:28, closed)

Incidentally,
I'd be rather impressed if they could get a decent fingerprint off of a set of keys. Mainly because they're always being handled so anything there would be basically a "mush." Not to mention the texture, etc. Therefore, it was likely just to get the guy to confess.

*did forensic science at uni*

Still a good story though ^_^
(Meya, Thu 5 Feb 2009, 18:03, closed)