The crumpled Doritos bag in his pocket had been mistaken for a gun.
This was a good kid who crumbled up the bag and stuck it in his pocket instead of littering, and he gets traumatized by a bunch of cops for it. Hell, he could have lost his life if an acorn had fallen at the wrong moment.
In protest, everyone in that school should walk around with rulers, wrappers, bottles and other things sticking out of their pockets to trigger the system.
Yup. Late 80s/early 90s The only rule my high school had was that if you brought your guns to school, you had to park in the ‘smokers lot’ since it wasn’t technically on the same property as the school building.
It was just as it sounds, the lot across the street for the students to smoke during class breaks (the teachers were allowed to smoke in the teachers lounge).
My principal saw Schrade Switch-It clipped to my pants and thought it was a pager, and sternly admonished me not to bring my “pager” to school anymore.
It wasn’t even in his hand.
This was a good kid who crumbled up the bag and stuck it in his pocket instead of littering, and he gets traumatized by a bunch of cops for it. Hell, he could have lost his life if an acorn had fallen at the wrong moment.
Ah okay.
In protest, everyone in that school should walk around with rulers, wrappers, bottles and other things sticking out of their pockets to trigger the system.
For fucks sake in 2002 I and all the other FFA kids went to school with knives and/or multitools clipped to our belts.
In the 80s, my Mom’s redneck ass school allowed all the dudes that hunted to keep their guns in their pickup truck gun racks. Which were very visible.
Yup. Late 80s/early 90s The only rule my high school had was that if you brought your guns to school, you had to park in the ‘smokers lot’ since it wasn’t technically on the same property as the school building.
It was just as it sounds, the lot across the street for the students to smoke during class breaks (the teachers were allowed to smoke in the teachers lounge).
My principal saw Schrade Switch-It clipped to my pants and thought it was a pager, and sternly admonished me not to bring my “pager” to school anymore.
Righty-o, man, no pager, I told him. No problem.
What a toolbox.