Tough As Nails

There’s this girl who cuts her nails in my class. Of course it bothers me that she does it. It’s disrespectful and not to mention, gross. I’ve got this feeling, though, that if I put a stop to it, then it will just result in her doing something even more grievous. I mean if she can’t cut her nails, then she could move on to ear wax or teeth picking. Then where would I be? You have to pick your battles on some of these things.

It’s like that Looney Tunes cartoon where Porky complains about a mouse in his hotel room and Daffy sends a cat to chase the mouse out. The cat becomes a nuisance, so Daffy sends in a dog—and then a lion—and then an elephant—and then the mouse again.

Besides she seems like the type that can’t do two things at once. Since she starting using my class for her nail salon her witty quips of “This blows” and “Could this be any gayer?” have subsided.

Gayer indeed.