When I was in 5th grade I had a really mean teacher that truly lived to make my school year in her class a living He double hockey sticks. Every kid would bring a toy now and again to school and the school rule was you could bring your toys to school however only play with them after lunch during recess. Fair enough except not good enough for Mrs. Heath
If any members remember the movie A Christmas Story featuring Ralphy go back to the seen wher Ralphies teacher had a deep desk drawer full of games and toys collected over the school year. Now understand that Ralphies teacher was an angel compared to my teacher. In any event one day she did a random search of my desk and I was unable to hide my best Hot Wheels Mustang from her and she stole it from me. It wasn't bad enough that she took everything from all of the students she would brag about how she would give all of the toys out for her Two nephews in South Dakota every year for Christmas or their birthdays!. I reached a breaking point and came up with a plan to liberate all of the stolen booty and make sure said items would be returned to the rightful owners.
The plan consisted of Only One trusted conspirator as a look out, a fair amount if timing and a whole lot of luck. Since the cafeteria was directly across from my class room and the students left the room from left to right rows I was in the last row and my buddy Robert sat in front of me. When it came time for my turn to walk out of the class room I turned to Mrs Heath and said Mrs Heath I really need to go to the bathroom very bad!!!!, can I please go now while holding my crotch in fainted anguish. She looked at me and said go to the bathroom right now and get your butt in line. Mean while Robert ducked back out of sight and as I walked towards the bathroom door and saw the Witch, Mrs Heath she yell at me one more time Hurry up!. She went into the lunch room and history was in the making.
With Robert as my look out I quickly without any though of if I got caught or being punished empty that really deep drawer into my really deep winter coat pockets and any where else I could find a holding spot. Before I knew it the deed was done and as I thanked Robert he came in a seperate entrance to the cafeteria as I came through the door to stand in line for my lunch to be served. Robert, I pulled off the single greatest version of Robin Hood, I mean Ted in the history of Scaggsvile elementary schools history.
During lunch neither one of us could actually believe what we had accomplished and than came the moment of truth when after lunch recess and I told Robert to tell everyone if they wanted all of their toys back to see me right than and their.
The response was fast and an understood vow of silence was assured. My celebrity status lasted until the rest of the school day and than the next day Mrs. Heath, AKA The Witch was a changed person. Seemingly over night she must have checked her inventory and realized One brave young man who suffer verbal and physical abuse from her up to that point put her and her grand kids from South Dakota in their places once and for all.
The routine stealing of toys ment for playing during recess ended and in spite of no evidence against the suspected students the Witches attitude and physical abuse ended as well. This is a true story, and I suspect the statue of limitations have run out long ago.
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