FROM THE TRANSCRIPT FILE OF BINDY MACKENZIE
Friday, 3.55 pm
Still on my shadow seat. Two young substitute teachers are approaching, one a redhead, the other blonde—their voices are raised and tumbling together—they speak in half-sentences only.
Redhead: Edna Lbagennif, I mean, for a start, what kind of a pass—but, come on, what are you thinking? You have to—
Blonde: Brilliant. I mean f. . . just spectacular. And you knew this all—
Redhead: You’re being so totally—This has nothing to do—
Blonde: But you knew, I mean, with that trap—she can do anything—
Redhead: Don’t be ridic—as if she—it’s just basic mainten—I mean, right off you know, I’m going to have to say you think—I’ll have to tell Mr—
[The blonde just SLAPPED the redhead!!! I’m going over there!!]