Slim Randles' Home Country
A visit to the principal's office
Fishing trip, guilt trip
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[September 22, 2012]
There are some
who say Jim Albertson, our school principal, sometimes goes a bit
too far, but when asked, they can't really say why. Ask one of the
students at the school about "Mr. A." and they'll tell you in a
whisper that he's everywhere ... and knows everything.
Just yesterday, one of the school's biggest bullies, Butch Peterson,
was sent for. He reported to the principal's office and sat in the
waiting room. For 15 minutes. Butch knew it was because Mr. A. was
preparing a firing squad in the inner office and they couldn't find
enough ammunition. He'd know for sure it was doom if Mr. A. called
him by his last name...
"Mr. Peterson..." he said,
beckoning Butch inside. Butch was pointed to The Chair in front of
Mr. A.'s desk. He sat. Mr. A. looked at him as if deciding which
vital organ to remove first, then turned his back on him and looked
out the window.
"I'm sure I don't have to tell you why you're in here today."
He spun around and stared a hole through The Chair. The hole had
to go through Butch first.
"I don't really..."
"Mr. PETERSON... Do I look stupid to you?"
"Then tell me why you did it."
"It... well, it was Billy's idea."
"Yessss. And what idea was that?"
"About making fun of the girls..."
"Do you like it when people make fun of you, Mr. Peterson?"
"So what do you plan to do about it?"
[to top of second
"Maybe I should... apologize?"
"Before lunch today."
"You 1ike lunch, don't you?"
"Mr. A.? Who told you about this?"
"No one told me, Mr. Peterson. No one has to. I'm the principal.
I know these things. And I don't expect this will ever happen again,
"You may return to class."
Butch hit the hallway like a fire engine.
Mrs. Gleason stuck her head in. "Another fishing trip, Jim?"
"Yep. Making fun of the girls this time. Give me a couple more
days and then let's call in Billy Trimble."
"I don't know how you do it."
"As the Bible says," Jim said with a grin, "the guilty flee when
no one pursueth."
[Text from file received from Slim Randles]
Brought to you by the personally inscribed new book "Home Country,"