“Why can’t they get someone else to teach them dumbass collage kids?”

Jay mumbled through his heavy southern accent to himself before opening and squeezing his fatass through the door and into the classroom. If you can’t tell, Jay never volunteered to be a teacher, he’s a railroad conductor. However the local community college has a railroad engineering class and they had no one else to step in when the regular teacher got sick. And more unfortunately, it was one of those classes viewed as an ‘easy A.’ So naturally, half the class didn’t give a crap about the material, or being behaved.

 “Alright class I’m Jay Mckinlly, I’ll be in for Eberhart today. So accordin’ to this ya’ll are coverin’ dispatch terms startin’ this week. We’ll be goin’ through the meanin’s of each one on the board and you’ll write em down in yer notebooks, or somethin’ like that.” As he picked up a marker and turned to write on the board, his gut smushed against it, forcing out a loud ‘GLORP!’