Was brain-dead from a long, draining meeting when I came back to my office and beseiged by a parent. Was so not up to fencing with his typical: Don't be angry, ma'am this is my normal tone of voice. I'm a very sick man, you know. Yeah, man. I am so sick too. Of you. But in all fairness, I wasn't angry. Just so tired of his barloney. Then was neatening the desk and packing up when yet another parent derailed me on the phone this time. So what was I to do when I can't wring real humans' necks. Well, humans made of bluetack will do just fine. There. Hope all of you irritants have as great a headache as you gave me.