One year we had a really rough fifth grader who was often in trouble and had a history of stealing. One day while I was on morning duty and greeting the kids as they came to school, he arrived with a locked briefcase. Keep in mind, this child never did homework so he didn't even carry a backpack. I was obviously suspicious.
"Justin, what's in the briefcase?" I asked him.
"It's private," he answered.
I immediately worried that I was dealing with something serious here. "Well, I'm gonna need to see inside it," I told him. I thought he would be upset at this, but he seemed to be okay with revealing its contents to me.
"Fine. But I have to unlock it."
I waited as he entered the combination. I was sure there was a knife or a toy gun, or some other banned object inside.
He opened the lid and turned the briefcase toward me. Inside was a bottle of Axe body spray and a bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos. I tried my very hardest not to laugh but I just couldn't contain myself. I managed to tell him to have a nice day and he locked his briefcase back up and was on his way.
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