TPA07
RECEIPT #007
FILED UNDER: DINER-TPA
DATE: 1/30/96
EMPLOYEE #35
Tab Paid for TPA care of Mrs. Pleasant
I am so sick and tired of all these churchgoers attempting to take over our school lives. I swear, I’m going to find a way to make sure no “deacons,” no Padre Santos, no Satan Suckers, and no Dark Triads will ever be able to set foot in Wilson High again. I don’t know how, but I will. Maybe #71 knows of a way we can permanently bar them from our school. And he if doesn’t, I’ll find a way on my own. I’m sure there’s something we can do. There has to be.
In the meantime, all we can really do is rebel against all this draconian nonsense. Start blasting Siouxsies, Mephisto Walz, the Cure, and Bauhaus in the halls. Rolling dice, playing cards, and “conjuring demons” in-between classes. And, of course, we need to not only drink coffee, but we also need to start selling it too. Bring out the counterculture in full force. Wake up the masses. I’ll see if #53 has any ideas on how we can get our classmates some coffee without getting them unnecessarily hooked on the stuff. Obviously, we still need to maintain a healthy barrier between those who drink coffee and those who don’t.
With the Owner’s permission, I’m closing out TPA care of Mrs. Pleasant. The sting of vehicular disasters seems to have subsided as Mrs. Pleasant got nearly everything she wanted. Undue chaos at the expense of Mr. Tormenta and a stronger grip on Wilson High. The few parents who weren’t Suckers have converted either because their kids witnessed a terrifying accident, or they saw the writing on the wall with the wacky weather. Unless Mrs. Pleasant starts another string of personal disasters, there’s no point in keeping this tab in particular open.