I know....however lochness is in scottland...in the UK...where they use english money...and..ok, instead of going on and on and on, ima say this...try giving it tree fiddy english money.
As a Scotsman, I feel like I have to point out that it's the exact same money. It's just that there are Scottish banks that print their own notes, and often English people throw a fit for no reason. It's still GBP.
Well, as a teacher, let me tell you a little story...
I had a female student (I'm a male), who was rather attractive. Not gonna lie. But I would never pursue a student sexually or romantically. Apparently, that feeling was not mutual. At first, things were like they usually were with stupid young girl crushing: double entendres, very subtle comments, etc. But there's a line, and she crossed it.
She wrote her number on an essay with a smiley face. This was not okay by any means. I immediately contacted an administrator so I wouldn't get in any trouble. These sorts of things are taken very seriously at pretty much any grade level these days, and I'm not interested in losing my job over some girl's hormones getting the best of her.
So a couple of days later, this administrator called a meeting with the parents. We were all in the office and the administrator was doing his spiel to the girl and her parents about appropriate behavior at school and appropriate age differences and the like (apparently this is a common enough issue that he had some training on how to have this kind of talk). She looked fairly ashamed, staring at the floor the whole time. He finished his rehearsed rant and then asked the parents if they had anything they wanted to say to the daughter.
The father was silent, but the mother spoke up. She said something about how the girl should know better and how they taught her better than this, etc. The usual parent reprimand stuff. But teenage girls can often find ways to surprise you. The mom asked her daughter, "And what did you even expect would come of something like this?" My student was quiet for a moment, looking down at the floor still, but then she turned to me, and I will never forget the way she looked at me when she said it: "About tree fiddy." It was about this time I noticed that my student was about eight stories tall and was a crustacean from the paleozoic era. I said, "Damn it, monsta, get out of this office! I ain't givin' you no damn tree fiddy!"
Now it was last night or the night before that I seen this woman walking down the street that way. And I says to her, I says " HEY YOU WOMAN! WHY ARE YOU WALKING DOWN THE STREET THAT WAY? THERE'S NOTHING THERE." Then she just turns around and asks for tree fiddy. Turns out it was the damn Loch Ness Monstah again.
It must have been about seven or eight years ago when my grandpa died. I didn't know him well or see him often enough because he never got along with my Dad. He had been getting ill from unexplained causes since my parents got killed in a car wreck. Just before that he was fully healthy, so nobody knew what was going on. Even stranger was his death. His chest literally exploded and his ribcage shattered. Absolutely nothing in his house would have been able to cause that, nor anything in his body. Anyway, during his funeral, I found out that he left me his house, seeing as I was his only living blood relative. So, I accepted the deed and decided to move in there, as my apartment was barely able to support life. The first night I stayed in there, I started hearing voices and footsteps. Thinking it was one of the jerks in the neighborhood squatting because the old man was dead, I grabbed my shotgun and started looking.
Then I started hearing something hiss and breathe heavily. Shaking, I aimed my shotgun around the room. The hissing turned to growling. It was right behind me, so I turned around, and saw the most horrifying ghost imaginable. I nearly **** myself and bolted with all piss and vinegar to the front door, and that ghost kept cutting me off at every pass. "You will pay," it said. I kept taking every route I could to every exit I knew of. That ghost was always cutting me off and repeating "you will pay, you will pay!" I asked it what it wanted, he said "I need about tree fiddy". I realized then that the ghost was about eight stories tall and was a crustacean from the Paleolithic era. It was that god damn Loch Ness monster again.
now it was about that time when I decided to go to the store this past Thursday...or maybe Friday. Anywho, I only had five dollars on my person and the price of Marlboro cigarettes was around 6$ with tax, so I was hoping to get one with the 1$ off. Well walking into the store I asked for a pack, the nice lady place the smokes on the counter and I said, "So how much would that be?" Well she looked at me with big bright eyes and a smile that could melt an old mans heart and said, "That would be about three fiddy." well it was about that time I realized it was no ordinary girl but a crustacean from the Palezoc era and I said, "You dang locness monster I an't giving you no tree fiddy."