Comments on: In case of emergency…well, you’re on your own.

By: Tom

Tom — Tue, 28 Sep 2010 00:31:06 +0000

I googled “cutie fingers” and all i got were links back to this page.

By: Erin

Erin — Thu, 16 Sep 2010 21:47:54 +0000

Correction, do not google “cutie fingers” at work

By: Erika

Erika — Sat, 11 Sep 2010 04:12:11 +0000

When my mother was in first grade, she still couldn’t speak perfect English. She asked in broken English to use the bathroom, but, since she couldn’t ask perfectly, the teacher punished her by making her stand in the corner. You can probably guess the rest.

By: smo

smo — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 20:04:51 +0000

it happened to me, too, in first grade. though there was never any word spoken of emergencies or otherwise. the teacher’s rule was that, if we had a question or had to use the restroom, we had to wait until she was finished with her teaching to raise our hand and ask. one day she kept teaching and teaching and TEACHING and i knew i couldn’t raise my and until she was done, or she would yell at me. needless to say, my bladder couldn’t wait, and i was THAT kid. then i still got in trouble for not asking to go. : /

By: Megan

Megan — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 23:24:26 +0000

When I was in third grade, I had by then become so brainwashed by the ‘ask for permission’ thing that I was very careful about asking permission and taking this tiny little plastic clothespin off a string to indicate a girl was already in the bathroom. Well, one day I was sick as hell and my teacher let me sit in the nice cool classroom by myself during recess. After a few minutes I realised I was going to vomit, so what do I do? Not run to the toilet, not to a trashcan, but to that damn string to get the damn clothespin. My hands were shaking so badly it took me forever to unhook it, and I ended up vomiting in the hallway.

By: mastertwisted

mastertwisted — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 22:13:44 +0000

How timely:

http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/the_carriage.png

By: ariane

ariane — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 14:14:12 +0000

Me too…kindergarten, asked to “go to the smallest room” (teacher’s phrase), and was told to wait until the end of “morning meeting” (ie first hour activity). I had been waiting before I asked, to the point that the next thing was my contribution to the meeting…a big puddle on the floor. How teachers figure that it’s your fault, and you’re just doing it to spoil their day, when they are the ones who are flexing their authority by denying a barely-five-year-old child permission to use the toilet, still escapes me. (Item: at that time in that place, most kindergarten teachers were young, single women, or recently married. Maybe they just didn’t know enough about small kids’ limited bladder capacity.)
But anyway…she never told me to wait again.

By: Reggi Lampert

Reggi Lampert — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 17:23:18 +0000

In 2nd grade, I needed to go to the bathroom once while our teacher was standing at the classroom door talking to the principal about something. I dutifully raised my hand, but she wasn’t looking at us, so she didn’t see. After awhile, it was urgent enough that I summoned the courage to approach her at the door. Without asking what I wanted, she ordered me to my seat. Being the obedient sort, I did and promptly peed my pants. I got scolded for this.

Hated that teacher for the rest of the year.

By: sarjo

sarjo — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 22:55:02 +0000

The button stood in the middle of the yard, quite unattended, the stable-helps and other hangers-on being all at their dinner. Toad walked slowly round it, inspecting, criticising, musing deeply.

`I wonder,’ he said to himself presently, `I wonder if this sort of button pushes easily?’

By: PollyMT

PollyMT — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 19:16:54 +0000

Ok. Thanks to you all and you “don’t google cutie fingers” clearly I had to. Now I am confused. What does that have to do with an orange and why would it be an emergency?

Mind you, having studied computing and done many a nightshift in a computing lab, I can’t say I’m that surprised.

By: Xenobio

Xenobio — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 02:05:35 +0000

Considering there are at least 21 floors in the building and the whole thing has to be evacuated when the alarm goes off, and the floor 21 fellas have to walk down 20 flights of stairs…I’m not surprised they’re pissed.

By: Auntybron

Auntybron — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 01:34:55 +0000

I Googled it but I clicked the “I’m Feeling Lucky” button.

By: Tam

Tam — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 00:53:20 +0000

lol, congrats! This site is now the top return when searching for “cutie finger” with Google

By: Stinky

Stinky — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 22:55:28 +0000

I want those strapping young men in the fire department to come for my large AND small fires.