My nephew got in trouble at school, and my sister was tied up at work so I had to go pick him up and talk to the principal. And the principal got mad at ME because apparently they have a rule that the person who picks the students up has to actually be (there) on time and sober.
But no way was I going to that meeting not drunk. I haven’t talked to a school principal since I took a crap on Tony Campbell’s desk in 9th grade. And turns out from my meeting, Principal Campbell has not forgotten about that.