In high school, during chemistry class one day, the following staticky announcement came over the intercom: “Attention teachers, the book salesman is in the building. I repeat, the book salesman is in the building. Please lock your doors and do not let your students into the hallway.” The room erupted in nervous laughter. Whatever secret code had been established, it was obviated by the clarification that we were to be locked into our classrooms. And yet, the woman on the intercom could not deviate from the official script about the book salesman.
We found out later that a student with a gun had been roaming the hallways.
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