We got tagged, son!

  

     This happened about a week ago. A little background to set this up: Jules had run into an awkward situation with one of her private lessons when she found out he was blowing off her class with weak excuses and pocketing her teaching money (unbeknownst to his mother). He eventually got so lazy that he didn't bother to call on Thursday - Jules waited around for him for an hour, calling his phone and his mother's. He finally answered and when she tried to ask him where he was, he just laughed at her and hung up the phone. Suffice to say, she was pretty miffed. She was able to get his home phone number from a mutual student (who confirmed that this kid basically sucks - I pointed this out as a likely possibility way back when he told her that Franco was "good for the country"). Anyway, the mom was clueless/mortified to find out he was pulling a fast one on all of us, and must have gone postal on him - forcing him to show up the next day for a makeup class.

     Cue my walk home from lessons last Friday. I come home to find this work of chalk-art on our front door. Adorable. I immediately thought of Jules' less-than-precious (and probably vengeful) student, but she said the class had actually gone pretty well. We also spotted several other phallic, chalk designs around town, so there's no way to tell.

     But still, I mean c'mon. This kid is a spoiled, rich brat who was caught red-handed and probably disciplined for the first time in his life. He was out for blood, which in his 15-year old mind takes the form of washable genitalia graffiti. I rest my case. He's lucky that I'm not his teacher. Just sayin'..