predicted.
âIâm not lying, sir. I think aftershave does have alcohol in it, and I did use mouthwash this morning.â
His face was even more flushed nowâa major blood pressure rush. I couldnât help but wonder: if he had a cerebral aneurism, would I be criminally responsible?
âAnd you had nothing to drink. Is that what you are saying?â
âNo, sir, I didnât say that. I merely said that thereâs an alcohol base in both my mouthwash and aftershave, and that is probably what youâre smelling as alcohol this morning.â
âThe best lie is half the truth,â he snapped. âHas anybody ever told you that?â
âNo, sir, but Iâm offended you would think Iâve been lying. I have not denied that I consumed some alcohol.â
âOf course you did!â
âRespectfully,â I said, the word dripping with sarcasm, âI have to disagree. You didnât ask me, ever, if I had been drinking. You simply asked if I knew why I was here, and it would have been wrong for me to suppose I knew what my headmaster was thinking. If you had asked me whether Iâd been drinking, I would certainly have said yes.â
âSo you admit to your infraction .â
âYes ⦠sir, and I am prepared to accept my punishment.â
âAre you really?â
I didnât like the way he said that. The pitch of his voice had dropped down to an almost normal level.
âDo you have any idea how much you drank?â he asked.
That sounded like another trick question. âThe amount doesnât matter. The fact that I consumed any alcohol is a violation of policy.â
âI think you should see the proof of your actions.â
Proof? What was he going to do, show me the bottles with my fingerprints on them? Hold a little private kangaroo court with himself as judge, jury and executioner? Enoughâmy head was hurting and I was badly in need of another drink, and quitefrankly, I was beginning to think he wasnât going to be offering me one, so I needed to get back to my room. What did he want? Iâd admitted to my offence, so why not just punish me instead of making this into a piece of performance art?
âI imagine youâre familiar with YouTube,â he said.
âOf course Iâm familiar â¦â My stomach sank. This did not sound like it was going to be a good thing.
He turned his laptop around so that I could see the screen. The figures were small, but I instantly recognized the shirt on one of themâit was my shirt, with me in it. This was not going to be good at all.
He clicked on the clip and it started to roll. In a few short seconds, I realized just how bad it was. Not only was I chugging from a bottle of vodka while wearing my drawn-on imitation of his moustache, but between gulps I was insulting our school, the queen of England, his motherâin fact his whole family lineageâand his manhood. It all started to come back to meâthe drinking, being egged on by my âfriends.â Iâd been set up and I was going to get revenge on those jerks ⦠I just wish Iâd seen it coming.
The picture froze. âI donât think we need to see any more,â he said.
That was the first thing heâd said all morning that I agreed with.
âAt this point, this little episode has registered, in the vernacular, close to seven thousand âhits,ââ he declared.
âItâs been seen that many times?â I gasped.
âIâve been told that it might in fact go âviral,â making us both international laughingstocks.â
âIâm so sorry.â
âAre you?â
I nodded my head. I was sorry. Sorry that I was a laughingstock and sorry that I was going to get into more trouble than Iâd imagined. What was that thing he said about half the truth being the best lie? Maybe the best thing was to get somebody else in trouble,