When I was in junior high we had this wicked (not in the East-Coast <em>wicked </em>good way) teacher named Mrs. Crawford. The name to me sounds evil... maybe because I think of Joan Crawford (Mommie Dearest, anyone?). She was about as evil as the name sounds. Not a pleasant woman. Anywho she used to always have this big bottle of water in the classroom that she would drink from continuously. The kind that stands on end and empties into the dispenser so you may fill up your cup. She would ask us kids to refill her water for her everyday. Do you see where this is going? One day these three boys had a plan. She asked them to fill it up. Oh they filled it up alright. I remember sitting in class, her taking a sip, she noticed something was off... screaming ensued. The boys admitted to filling it with toilet water in the boys' bathroom. It was quite a scene. I didn't know the old shrew had emotions but she actually cried that day... I think it hurt her feelings. I guess she should have thought about that earlier in the year!
