Alright, I'm no teacher but for two years I worked with kids who had autism and development issues. So, this one hot summer day I'm tasked with transporting to a high school to pickup a few kids to bring home. No big deal. The issue here is that I have to watch over them in this crammed vehicle. Whatever, I suck it up.

The kids come out and board the van. I'm chilling in the WAY back looking making sure we're solid and no issues happen. Now here is where things turn. This one kid lets call him Tony, starts sniffling rather aggressively like he has to blow his nose. Remember, these kids have developmental issues. Instead of asking for a tissue he starts blowing snot rockets on the kid to his left that will go by the name Jimmy.

Jimmy is clearly disgusted and says to Tony "STOP blowing your snots on me Tony. Thats gross!" Now, Tony doesn't understand so he keeps snot rocketing like he is trying to get a high score on a game at Chuck E. Cheese. I'm in the back just vehemently saying to myself "This kid isn't fucking snotting on his peer." The issue is the bombardments keep pelting Jimmy. And I'm dying in the back laughing my ass off.

To top it off, after dropping barrages of snot, Tony begins to go knuckle deep in his nose. The moment he does this, I swear his septum popped because blood started trickling out. To combat the trickle, Tony resumed launching bloody boogers on to Jimmy and I cant stop laughing.

I finally get ahold of tissues and quell the issue only to arrive at Tony's house shortly after the hail of bloodied snot rockets pelted poor Jimmy. His mother looks at me and says "What happened?" I had to explain what went down prior to us arriving.