A Sense Of Deja Vu
Despite getting a severe thrashing earlier in the school term for being the laziest janitor she had ever employed, there was no discernible improvement in either his work ethic or attitude and so she sent for him. Appearing all sheepish, he stood before the Headmistress, resigned to his fate. They had been here before, a deja vu moment, and she was tearing a strip off him but stopped herself. Clearly, words would have no meaning to him, only action. She didn’t even want to see his face, so she made him bend over while she paddled him stroke after harsh stroke. One day, this will get through to him! Admonishing him once again, there would be a lot more of this unless he improved…
