Well, this sucked...
Storytime, gather 'round. First off, if you know either Professor Jahnel, or my dad, this story will be a hundred times funnier. Professor Jahnel is a history teacher who is well, crazy. He's a good crazy though. Wears bowties everyday, cusses in class, and probably the funniest teacher I've ever had. So on Friday night I drove my dad's truck to a party in Pacific Beach, bringing Iain and Bruce. Before we left Iain's we had to empty out a couple books to make room for them to sit. We put them in Iain's trunk, planning on picking them up when we returned. Well, of course, I forgot to. My dad called the house this morning while I was getting dressed. He mentioned the fact that he could not find his scubamaster books anywhere. I told him that they were in Iain's car and that I would get them back by this afternoon, as I see Iain almost everyday. Well I went off to school like normal. Went to my first class, history with Professor Jahnel. Mr. Jahnel's cell phone policy is that if he hears it, he gets to answer it in front of the class. Unfortunately for me, I made the horrible mistake of not putting my phone on silent. My phone went off right in the middle of class. It was my dad calling, and before I could end it, Jahnel was hovering over me asking for the phone. I handed it to him. He said, "Hello dad, this is your son's professor, can I help you?" My dad replied, "Yes, can you just ask David if he got my books back yet." Mr. Jahnel asked me, and I said I hadn't got them back yet. He told my dad, "Nope, he hasn't got them. Would these books happen to be of the pornographic variety?" Naturally the whole class starts laughing and I just turn bright red. My dad replied, "No. That's what I got him the internet for." The class laughed hysterically at that for a good ten minutes. I turned SO red, never been so humiliated in my life.