I Get Blamed for Everything

Barb Girard was the girls' Phys Ed teacher.  One gym class, many years ago, she was refereeing a volleyball game.  She blew her whistle, and motioned with her hands outstretched, palms down, that the ball had landed within the court lines and a point was to be awarded to the serving team.  The girl who had allowed it to hit the floor challenged her on her call.  Barb replied, in a professional referee manner, without verbal comment - she simply repeated the hand gesture: "In".  Another challenge by the student was met with yet another visual reaffirmation of her call.  The frustrated girl turned away and blurted out, "It was in, you blind bitch."  The girl was sent to the office and sent home for a day.  

Barb, recognizing the humour in the exchange, couldn't wait to tell us all about it in the staff room.  The next day she found over a dozen eyeglasses in her school mailbox with an accompanying note:  "Barb, these will fix the first part of your problem."

Of course, I was blamed for it.  But I was innocent, I tell you, innocent... well, that time at least.