We had this one substitute, an odd but nice lady. One sunday morning around 8 am my father and I were going to play golf and down the road comes Old Mrs. Dove, driving her huge ass car popular in the late 80's smoking a cigar. She had to be in her late 70's. She would be in her 90's now. I'll see if she's around the invite her to the official CP herf.

Anyway.


The way we tormented her was to super glue coins to the floor and watch her try to pick them up. She fell for it every time.