My teen just riffed an explanation to me (that I barely followed) about girls at her school wearing real $850 Isabel Marant shoes versus the $160 Steve Maddens sprinkled with a ton of oh my gods, likes, um and sures that it could have replaced one of Moon Unit’s verses w/o anyone noticing.
![[knock knock]
Mr Hand: Who is it?
Delivery man: Mr Pizza Guy.
Mr Hand: Who?
Delivery man: Mr. Pizza Guy.
[Mr. Hand opens door, delivery man enters]
Delivery man: Who ordered the sausage and double cheese?
Jeff Spicoli: Right here, dude.
[pizza placed on desk, Spicoli pays, tips]
Jeff Spicoli: For you, dude
Mr. Hand: Am I hallucinating here? Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?
Jeff Spicoli: Learning about Cuba, and having some food.
Mr. Hand: Mr. Spicoli, you're on dangerous ground here. You're causing a major disturbance on my time.
Jeff Spicoli: I've been thinking about this, Mr. Hand. If I'm here and you're here, doesn't that make it our time? Certainly, there's nothing wrong with a little feast on our time.
Mr. Hand: [takes away box of pizza from Spicol] You're absolutely right, Mr. Spicoli. It is our time. Yours, mine and everyone else's in this room. But it is my class.
[calls up a couple of students]
Mr. Hand: Hamilton, Brandt, Cornfeld! Up front! Mr. Spicoli has been kind enough to bring us a snack. Be my guest. Help yourselves. Get a good one.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:z5rpl6lisernozbjfl6xfua6/bafkreihfs75frswk3fn6k2wim23crablm6y6lcmb36j7v3mpx43jkaxkbm)
