कोई डर नहीं, आराम नहीं

Lately all of us House Managers are getting sick and tired of this missing curfew thing. Maybe it's the day and age we live in? All these young guys grow up not learning punctuality? What, can you just waltz into here minutes late and the teacher says it's fine? On the other hand, I'm sure most of these bozos were suspended for just that. Half of them can barely read let alone do basic math. The derelict in question is just another in a long string of serial tardy-pants. And it was about time to put a stop to it. I wanted this fucker to be screaming so loud and moaning like a bitch that the losers two halfway houses down could hear it. After a good pound down, it's true: even the other residents, who could only hear what was going on, perk up when you enter the room. Everyone is also just a little more polite than usual to the Managers for at least a day and a half.