“The Principal really ticked me off! He is so unfair! “ When he sat down in a chair and toed off his shoes he saw his toe poking out of a hole in his sock. He first pulled the hole to cover his toe, but as his rant continued, he began picking and pulling at the hole.
“I was trying to break up a fight (rip goes the sock) and got sent to the office (rip, riip) with the guys who were fighting (rip) and I got blamed (rip, rip, rip) and we weren’t allowed to explain (two-handed RIIIIP) and I had to apologize (rip, RIIIIIIP) and serve detention (rip, rip, rip, rip), and I’m so mad I want to break something! (RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPP)”
At this point his foot was exposed to the instep. He took off the sock, rose, hooked the hole over the door-handle of the refrigerator, leaned against the door and proceeded to shred the sock while filling in more details of his outrage. Then he shredded the bigger shreds. Fifteen minutes later, when the sock was but a collection of black cotton streamers and threads, he sighed.
“Feel better now?” I asked as he threw away the shreds.
“Yeah, and you’re right, Mom, life isn’t fair, but I sure wish people would be!”
An odd sock is a bargain price to pay for that self-taught lesson in anger management.
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Hope he has some other sox!
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