The school runs an after hours homework class. It's ran by a couple of teachers, who help kids who struggle to complete their work. It is a brilliant class and a lot of kids attend.
I was at the desk, and, like all my other stories, it starts with me buzzing a parent in. A mother.
Me: Hi there, are you here to pick up from the homework class?
M: Uhhh like, yeah, I am.
She spoke like a teenager, and was smacking some bubble gum in her mouth as she talked to me.
M: Do you like, live here or something?
Me: Live here?
M: Well, yeah, like, you know, every time I come to pick my daughter up, you're the one who like, lets me in.
Me: Well that is my job.
M: Like every DAY? Don't you like, get a day off?
Me: Yes. It's called the weekend.
M: Oh...so that's why they call it the weekend
She walked away.
Yeesh
I was at the desk, and, like all my other stories, it starts with me buzzing a parent in. A mother.
Me: Hi there, are you here to pick up from the homework class?
M: Uhhh like, yeah, I am.
She spoke like a teenager, and was smacking some bubble gum in her mouth as she talked to me.
M: Do you like, live here or something?
Me: Live here?
M: Well, yeah, like, you know, every time I come to pick my daughter up, you're the one who like, lets me in.
Me: Well that is my job.
M: Like every DAY? Don't you like, get a day off?
Me: Yes. It's called the weekend.
M: Oh...so that's why they call it the weekend
She walked away.
Yeesh
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