re: Tell me about a time you really fricked something up and got away with it.

In 1st grade this little turd kid named Brad goaded me into writing profanities on the boys bathroom wall at school. It wasn’t something I’d normally do, but I guess I wanted to impress this kid. The next day, my teacher Ms. Green pulled me out of class into the hallway and said “I know what you wrote in the bathroom yesterday and I am very disappointed.” My heart sank. Then she pointed down the hall and said, “You need to go to Mr. Smith’s office (the principal) and tell him what you did.”

Walking down the hallway, it felt like my life was over. I was petrified. And then it hit me.

I told the principal’s secretary that Ms. Green sent me to see Mr. Smith. She motioned to the doorway and said I could go in. So I walk in and old man Smith is sitting at his desk reading something. I said “Ms Green wanted me to tell you that Brad wrote bad words in the bathroom.” He looks up from his desk, shakes his head, and goes “That kid just can’t stay out of trouble. Thanks for letting me know, get back to class.”

I never heard another word about it.