Going down the road I hear a large sneeze followed by a chores of students hollering, “Oh yuck”. Because of the volume of the explosion I know this can only be one culprit, Mr. Mucus. Looking in the mirror Mr. Mucus doesn’t seem to be any more coated than usual, could I be wrong? To be on the safe side I take a couple of kleenexes from the dash and say, “Pass this back to whoever needs it”. I follow the path of the kleenex as it makes its way back and it is headed for Mr. Mucus’s seat. Then they hand it to the person who really needs it, the boy setting with Mr. Mucus who immediately starts wiping the back of his head. Mr. Mucus strikes again!!!
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