Zero Tolerance, Zero Common Sense
"Principal Kelly this has to be some mistake!" Mrs. Hardy the PTA president said. "My son does not gamble!"
"We were just playing around!" Her son Mark protested.
"Flipping coins is not the kind of fun we tolerate around here young man," Kelly said sternly, secretly enjoying this. Mrs. Hardy had long been the bane of his existence here at Bayville.
"I must confess I'm not too thrilled hearing about you flipping coins in class," Mrs. Hardy told her son.
"We were just flipping coins in study hall for fun!" Mark told her. "I didn't have anything else to do! We weren't betting or anything. Just because George Farberson lost 400 bucks doing it last week doesn't mean everybody gambles!"
"This is not a casino!" Kelly said. "This is a place of learning! You have to abide by the same rules as everyone else. There are no exceptions!"
"You gotta be kidding me! Do you know how many kids play cards in class and never get caught?" Mark said.
"I thought card playing was against school rules?" Mrs. Hardy asked.
"It is, but they do it anyway!" Mark said.
"That's my point! Gambling is a widespread problem! Look an example has to be made here!" Kelly said.
"I agree, but expulsion?" Mrs. Hardy questioned. "Don't you think that's a little extreme? Detention or even suspension I can understand but…"
"Look Bayville High has a Zero Tolerance policy! We do not tolerate gambling on school property!" Kelly said.
"What about those bingo games the Brotherhood put on in the basement?" Mark asked. "Half the teachers go to those games!"
"Look the fact remains that you were caught gambling on school property!" Kelly said. "Gambling of any kind is forbidden on school grounds! No exceptions!"
Dorothy walked in. "Principal Kelly here are your lottery tickets for the week. Plus Mr. Hart wants to know if you want to get in the betting pool of who's going to end up the winner on 'Survivor'. Oh and your bookie called. He wants to know how much you want to put down on next week's races."
"Not now," Kelly gulped. "That will be all."
"Wanna bet?" Mrs. Hardy glared at him.