Kissed off 26/10/2011
Fine little parable from old pal, Jack Lester:
According to a news report, a certain private school in Sydney’s Eastern Suburbs was recently faced with an unusual problem. A number of the girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints.
Every night the maintenance man would remove them and the next day the girls would put them back. Finally the Headmistress decided that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night (you can just imagine the yawns from the little princesses).
To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required. He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet bowl, and cleaned the mirror with it.
The silence was broken by a large number of gasps, a few girls vomited and apparently someone fainted. Since then there have been no lip prints on the mirror.
There are teachers . . . and then there are educators.
This reminds me of the time when I was a stoker(Marine technician)on the HMAS Melbourne frigate, when the some of the females of the 2F mess had flushed their white mice down the heads instead of just putting them in the sanitary bins provided. When these tampons went down the pipes they expanded,hardened & blocked the entire sewage system to make it become completely unoperational.
The Chief I worked for detailed myself & few other Ables of the lovely job of dismantling the sewage system to unblocked the pipes only to get covered in sewage. When the Chief came down to check on our progess when he realised how aweful this task was. He lost it & had a pipe made for the females of that mess to muster in the Junior sailors mess to heavily lecture them on the stupidity of what some of them had done & what they put us through to fix & clean up their mess.
About two weeks later some of the females of this mess had flush their tampons down the evac heads again only to block the system again. This time the Chief lost it agian & then got us to get tools ready for the job such as pipe wrenches & he made a pipe to muster all the females from that mess to the Junior sailors mess to rip into them over doing this again & then he got them all to the task of dismantling & unblocking the system under our supervision. It was a sight seeing all these women whinging like I have never seen anyone whinge before & getting covered in sewage & vomiting like mad. After this episode signs were put all over heads warning females that did not use the sanitary tampon bins provided ran the risk of cleaning & fixing system & displinary action.
I dont know how the ships hierarchy could have found the individuals doing this but after our beloved Chief made the women clean up their mess, we never had white mice flushed down the heads again for remaining two years I was posted on that ship.