It was 1966 – the dead of winter, almost eight o’clock a.m. As I approached the building where my Chinese language class was conducted my way was barred by a group of students who were protesting. They said, “You can’t go in there – we’re protesting.” I asked a young girl next to me what they were protesting. She turned to her companion and asked, “John, what are we protesting today?” I said in my best Charlie Brown voice, “Good grief” and went to class.
Ya gotta love them thar hypocrites. Lol
LOL
Is he a conservative?
No, if he was, he’d be at work.
Rofl..good one Tom! U r a wit!
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It was 1966 – the dead of winter, almost eight o’clock a.m. As I approached the building where my Chinese language class was conducted my way was barred by a group of students who were protesting. They said, “You can’t go in there – we’re protesting.” I asked a young girl next to me what they were protesting. She turned to her companion and asked, “John, what are we protesting today?” I said in my best Charlie Brown voice, “Good grief” and went to class.
Love it! Thanks for sharing this story.