The Corner Shop has Everything

What happens when you make a purchase in a convenience store and find you haven't been given the right change? In this short video, the cashier learns his lesson the hard way.





Just for Laughs Gags is a candid camera-style program, filmed in Quebec but with little dialogue so the humour can be enjoyed in any language.

What do you think it's for?

"what's this for?" asked Ron, pointing to a wooden ruler lying on the kitchen counter near the back door.

I have to admit I'm not very diligent about putting things away when I'm finished with them. This particular ruler was one of a pair I had picked up on impulse at the dollar store; not because I needed two wooden rulers but because the sight of them sent shivers down my spine. I took one to work and left the other one at home. You never know when you might need a wooden ruler for one reason or another.

I checked the impulse to reply "What do you think it's for?" and explained to my husband that I had taken it outside to measure something and hadn't had a chance to return it to my desk.

"I know what it's for," Ron replied, and briskly applied it to the seat of my jeans. I barely felt it through the heavy fabric, but smiled as i felt a shiver of delight run through me. Rulers are handy things to have around. I'm glad I hadn't put it away.

School Discipline, Sixties Style

Education has changed quite a bit since I attended elementary school. We started the day by praying, saluting the British flag (Canada didn't have a flag way back then) and singing God Save the Queen. We had real blackboards made from giant slabs of smooth black slate. And we had discipline.
Corporal punishment was a well-accepted fact of life in those days. On several occasions I saw boys being smacked across the palms of their hands with a wooden ruler by a teacher. A really naughty boy would be sent to the principal's office for a strapping on his hands. Girls were punished by being kept after school for an hour or so. If you missed the school bus and had to take a city bus or walk home in the dark, that was just the way it was.
I believe the strap was still use in the high school I attended. I never saw a teacher use a ruler there, because girls and boys were put into separate classes. Our punishment was writing lines. (For those of you who still do this, if you write with two pens at once, it takes half as long. No one will notice the difference if they are the same colour.)
I never saw a spanking while at school, but I do remember two separate instances of it being talked about.
The first was when Mr. G had the pleasure of teaching geography to 25 inattentive 12-year-old girls twice a week. For most of us, it was our first experience of having a male teacher. Mr. G would frequently admonish us to hand in our homework on time or else, in his words, "I will spank". Of course, we all knew he wouldn't, and I looked forward to each of his classes in the hopes of hearing that word again. Sometimes he would vary it by saying, "If you haven't got your assignment finished by Friday, what will I do, Patty?" and Patty, or whomever he chose, would say, "Spank". Sadly, he never asked me that question.
The second occasion was during my final year of high school. In order to graduate, everyone had to pass a standard set of 12 exams set by the Province. The last month of the school year was spent studying, reviewing and writing practice exams in all subjects.

Our math teacher, Mr. J, was feared by everyone, although he could be humorous if he chose. He called us all by our last names, prefaced with Mr. or Miss unless he was angry. One afternoon, he asked me a question related to the problem he was doing on the board. I gave the wrong answer. (Can you imagine this ever happening to Hermione?) He knew I could do better and hadn't been trying. He glared at me and growled, "Granger, I could spank you."

I distinctly remember squirming in my chair, and my face must have turned bright red. I have no idea what went on for the remainder of the class. I was very embarrassed, but also extremely excited. The image remained in my mind, and, as I recall, I scored very well on the math exam.