See that woman above? It's Mrs Ritchie. My high school typing teacher. Yes....we had typing class in high school. It was right after my Intro to Telegraph and right before Butter Churning.
And the dude below is Remo*. Let me just set the stage. Mrs Ritchie was tough as balls and said what was on her mind. Remo was a dude from Italy that appeared in our school in 10th grade and thought he was hot shit. He thought he was God's gift to women. I swear that in the yearbook he wrote:
Good Looking, "Stud", Hopes to become a great gigalo, Soccer 10.
I'm not shitting you.
So he comes into typing class one day and has a huge hickey on his neck.....
Mrs Ritchie: (Approaches Remo) Remo what the hell is on your neck?
Remo: (In thick Italian accent) It's a hickey. I am a great lover!
Mrs Ritchie: Great lover? You're not a great lover.
Remo: (Can't believe she just said that) No! I AM a great lover.
Mrs Ritchie: (Casually) Nope. Great lovers don't leave hickeys. You're no great lover.
Remo: YOU ARE WRONG! I AM A GREAT LOVER!!
Mrs Ritchie: Naaa. You just THINK you're a great lover.
Remo: YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! I AM THE BEST!
Mrs Ritchie: Nope. I'm afraid you're wrong on that one. OK everyone turn their workbooks to page 23.
I thought he was going to punch her in the face or say, "I WILL PROVE IT TO YOU HERE AND NOW!! YOU'VE DISRESPECTED ME IN FRONT OF THIS CLASSROOM OF MY PEERS!"
Could you imagine that conversation going on today. There'd be a friggin' lawsuit.
*And for the record "Charles F Linder" is the person in the picture ABOVE Remo.