With coffee cups and 34 ounce hot liquid containers in hand, a band of rag-tag, thirsty, and very grumpy teachers huddled around an empty coffee carafe capable of holding about a gallon of hot joe.
Eyes darted left and right, shifty and wary, wondering who it was that took the last cup of coffee and didn't refill the percolator and make a new pot. A random growl was heard from the back of the pack. Finally, someone was coherent enough to speak up.
"Who the hell dared drink all the coffee. Now what will we do?"
The group-think mentality quickly turned ugly and morphed into that of an angry riotious mob - nevermind the first bell was about to ring in 10 minutes. Someone's grip on their plastic cup loosened from his or her weakening system and lack of caffiene.
"Let's find 'em and string 'em up," a growling female voice suggested. A general consensus murmur ran like lightning through the now-scary group of educators. Like a pack of rabid wolf-hounds, the group moved as one and, with mouths drooling, shuffled out of the lounge and in search of warm coffee smell.
I, the only one amoung the soulles gathering who was on their second cup of hot dirt, decided on a more rational solution. Using centuries worth of rational thought, I made another pot. Soon the warm, sensual smell filled the lounge. Lured by the heady aroma, I quickly found myself huffing the coffee as it dripped, maddeningly slowly, into the carafe. Tempted to just open my mouth under the dripping portal to heaven, I heard the groaning and shuffling of the crazed mob of teachers. I emptied what had dripped into the carafe into my mug and backed away from the coffee as the teacher-zombies brainlessly reentered the room - drawn by the smell of the cafe.
Within moments of drinking the coffee, the teachers quickly transformed into recognizable human beings again, and chipperly wandered off to their classes - evil thoughts forgotten.
Eyes darted left and right, shifty and wary, wondering who it was that took the last cup of coffee and didn't refill the percolator and make a new pot. A random growl was heard from the back of the pack. Finally, someone was coherent enough to speak up.
"Who the hell dared drink all the coffee. Now what will we do?"
The group-think mentality quickly turned ugly and morphed into that of an angry riotious mob - nevermind the first bell was about to ring in 10 minutes. Someone's grip on their plastic cup loosened from his or her weakening system and lack of caffiene.
"Let's find 'em and string 'em up," a growling female voice suggested. A general consensus murmur ran like lightning through the now-scary group of educators. Like a pack of rabid wolf-hounds, the group moved as one and, with mouths drooling, shuffled out of the lounge and in search of warm coffee smell.
I, the only one amoung the soulles gathering who was on their second cup of hot dirt, decided on a more rational solution. Using centuries worth of rational thought, I made another pot. Soon the warm, sensual smell filled the lounge. Lured by the heady aroma, I quickly found myself huffing the coffee as it dripped, maddeningly slowly, into the carafe. Tempted to just open my mouth under the dripping portal to heaven, I heard the groaning and shuffling of the crazed mob of teachers. I emptied what had dripped into the carafe into my mug and backed away from the coffee as the teacher-zombies brainlessly reentered the room - drawn by the smell of the cafe.
Within moments of drinking the coffee, the teachers quickly transformed into recognizable human beings again, and chipperly wandered off to their classes - evil thoughts forgotten.
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