#1's new semester started yesterday. Last term, he had all of his classes on the same days, so his backpack resembled a hiking backpack which one would use when scaling Mt. Everest. Actually, it looked kind of like Mt. Everest, come to think of it.
Anyway, this semester's classes are more spread out, so he is finally using his smaller book backpack. He bought the monster backpack for university, but this small one is the one he used in high school. It's been his all-purpose bag for several years, and he's used it for everything from a grocery bag when out biking to his carryon when we stormed England.
Yesterday was his first day of his new biology class. It's the class he was really looking forward to, he already knows the prof from hanging out with his old bio professor, and just like last term, he sat right in the middle of the front row, ready to participate.
After an intro to the class, the professor asked #1 if he happened to have a pen, since he'd forgotten his. #1, always an obliging kid, was especially eager to help since he loves this prof. He unzipped the pen section, and suddenly remembered when he had last used this backpack.
A stack of about 100 coupons shot out of his pack. But, these were sort of...unusual coupons. Remember when he was a security guard for a downtown hotel last summer? Well, all of the downtown businesses would hand out discount and freebie coupons, and the security guards would use them as bribes to get some of the more unruly guests to go out for the evening. The coupons which #1 displayed for his class were about the size of a 3x5 notecard, and were full-colour glossy photos of, well, of women of the garment-challenged variety. In other words, a pack of nekkid women playing cards, all good for a free admission to one of the local "gentlemens" clubs. Of course, mixed in with the naked girl pics on the floor (and the desk, and on the lap of the guy sitting next to him) were the leftover free condoms he'd gotten from the AIDS Committee to hand out as needed.
The prof, not missing a beat, siad,"Oh, sorry. Today we're doing genetics. If you want to bring those back at the end of this term when we're studying the female reproductive system, you can use those for show and tell".
The class just howled, #1 sat there and blushed, and now he has all sorts of friends who want to be his study partner.
When Poe ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
Poor guy!
Poor #1!
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