Amazingly enough, bizarre things happen to me in the classroom. Today I blasted a student with 10 pumps of dish soap concentrate. Trying to be helpful, I walked up to his sink and told him that he didn't have enough soap in the dishwater to cut the grease. To aid him, I promptly and forcefully pumped 10 full and fast strokes on the soap dispenser. He stood rigid and then slyly reached for a paper towel to wipe off the front of his clothing. Guess I didn't have the nozzle of the dispenser aimed at the water. Such a polite young man - didn't see it coming - didn't believe it came - didn't acknowledge the delivery.Gotta love my job
