I’d like to take a break from the shitty ideas I gathered over vacation to bring you one of Joe’s famous awkward moments. You know … fucking mix it up a bit.
One day when Joe was in middle school, he was sitting in Homeroom chewing on a red pen. This was a bad habit Joe had developed, but I can assure you, after this day, he never chewed on a pen again.
Mid-gnaw, the red pen exploded.
Joe was desperate to get rid of the disgusting taste the ink was leaking into his mouth. He needed to get a drink of water, ASAP! Joe ran up to the teacher, approaching her desk to ask her to go to the restroom, when she noticed him coming towards her.
“AHHHHHH!” was all she could say.
The teacher thought the red pen ink was blood and started freaking the fuck out.
Joe tried to calm her down–to explain that he was not injured–but he found he couldn’t talk coherently because of the bitter red liquid filling his mouth.
Panicking over the red ink/saliva dribbling out Joe’s mouth, the teacher called the school nurse.
Joe tried to run out of classroom to the water fountain, but the teacher practically tackled him to the floor! She thought Joe had gone batshit crazy, bit his tongue off and was a danger to himself and/or others. No one seemed to understand that it was just fucking ink.
Eventually, when the school nurse got there, she quickly determined it was not blood and helped Joe clean himself up. But the damage was done. The entire class had seen this happen, and Joe was never looked at the same again.
To add insult to injury (even though, in this case, there was no real injury) the school insisted Joe have a mental evaluation, even after it was clear that no, no … the pen had just exploded.