“I’m not dressed to run,” he said, waving a hand over his pink checkered polo and pressed golf shorts. “Should’ve thought of that before you displayed the manners of an entitled toddler. Go forth and run, Floppy.” “Floppy?” He didn’t find it funny, but the rest of the class did. “You heard the lady,” Floyd said, clapping his hands. “Hit the court, kid. Blue line. No cutsies.” I rolled my eyes at the “Ooooooh!” that arose as Floppy kicked off his flipflops and sullenly jogged to the edge of the court.
Funny!!!! Teacher oops?
