Ahhh, Alcoholism
Had a bunch of classic drunks at my Junior High School:
Mrs. W., the cooking teacher was an absolute riot. She kept a bottle of 'cooking wine' read: cheap vodka in her desk drawer at all times. She would quietly add it to her coffee throughout class. The best part of it was that due to her need, she was back in the staff room filling up her coffee at least three times in class. Thus we sstudents would supplement our own beverages with the 'cooking wine'. Her defining moment came when one of our 'special needs' students managed to stick a fork in the wiring of one of the stoves, mildly electrocuting himself. She didn't notice anything (despite the screaming) until one of the student came up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. Following this, the stove would short out and spit sparks anytime someone fired up the left rear element. Was the stove removed? the element disabled or repaired? was there a sign put up or at least a verbal warning? Nope. On a side note, I was in the same grade as her daughter and when Mommy went to a clinic to dry out, I was there to move in on her daughter's low self esteem. Score.
(Savitar, Fri 11 Nov 2005, 7:24, Reply)