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Sammi Evil Nice writes "I shared with two students, and it was always the same; whenever it was near to paytime, my milk *and only this* would disappear.

One of them, John, was a lovely bloke but allergic to nuts. John makes tea. Soon after, John starts swelling up.

ME: Runs, administers epi-pen. "You're going into anaphalactic shock."
HIM: "How do you know?"
ME: "I put almond oil in my milk."

What have you done to teach somebody a lesson?

(, Thu 26 Apr 2007, 14:54)
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My ex, of course.
My ex wife used to be (and I believe still is) highly paranoid whenever she leaves for a weekend that she's left something switched on- the oven, the iron, the stove, anything that might burn the house down. We would get a half hour down the road and she would make me turn around to make sure that she had turned everything in the house off.

So before we went anywhere I would make a great show of unplugging the iron, checking the kitchen appliances and all that- not in a mocking way, just in a "hey, everything is definitely off" way. But even that wasn't good enough, and we had two instances in a row of her making us turn around and go back because she was certain that she'd left her curling iron plugged in. (I don't know if it's called something else in England- I'm referring here to the thing that women plug in to curl their hair, with a long part and a clip on the side.)

So we were headed out of town one weekend and she started in about whether or not she had unplugged the iron after pressing her shirt, and whether or not she had unplugged the curling iron. We were a good 45 minutes away from the house by this point. I made things worse by asking her questions about it until she was utterly convinced that she had left them on and the house was going to burn, and she insisted that we turn around right then and there to go back and unplug them.

"Nah, I don't think so. I don't want to blow a couple of hours for nothing."

"What do you mean, nothing?!?" she screeched.

I reached into the paper bag behind her seat and handed her the iron and her curling iron.

She was still mad at me an hour later for getting her so wound up.
(, Fri 27 Apr 2007, 18:26, Reply)

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