"Sir," He Said

Hello. Yesterday I was irritated by a daft little man, so I wrote a thing for a spot of catharsis. Now I have it I thought I'd share it with you. It goes thusly:

“Sir,” He Said

“Sir,” He said, “I have a poorly thought-out opinion.”

“That’s nice,” Sir replied.

“I’d like to pretend it’s a question-“

“Oh?”

“And use it to take up a full five minutes of the class.”

“Not just now.”

“But I think speaking and saying something of value are the same thing!”

“I can’t really stop you at this point, can I?”

“No, Sir.”

“I didn’t think so”

“So I’d like to ignore the irritated expressions of my classmates,”

“Right.”

“And their mimes of eager suicide,”

“Good to know.”

“And proceed obliviously on my chosen path,”

“Okay.”

“Because their genuine desire to study this interesting thing.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And their attempts to be educated in general,”

“Mmm.”

“Are less important than my belief that this sort of thing makes me seem intelligent.”

And then Sir did not hit him round the head with a shovel.

Not even a little.

Everyone was really disappointed.

One Hopes You're Well,
Yrs,
ADWoodward