'No Frame Of Reference'

The teacher made a request. "Draw a swing. Take out a piece of paper and draw a swing."

Everyone in class pulls out a piece of paper and starts to draw a swing. Everyone except one woman; one annoying woman. Not the most annoying student in the class but definitely one of the top three. She makes a show of not drawing a swing.

The teacher notices and says, "Draw a swing. Draw a swing."

The annoying woman says, "I have no frame of reference."

"Just draw whatever comes to mind. Draw a swing."

Times passes. The teacher requests to see the drawings. Students one by one show their sketches. Swing sets. Tire Swings. Love Seats.
We come to the annoying woman and she says, "I didn't really know what to draw. I have never been on a swing in my life. Where I went to school in New York, my school didn't have swings. I have no frame of reference."

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

That's your excuse? The teacher asked for everyone to draw a swing so she could illustrate a point about individuality and perception and you manufacture such a lame ass eccentricity? You're, what, late fifties, early sixties and you expect everyone in class to believe in your lifetime, not to mention your many years of teaching young children that you haven't been exposed to the extremely rare and mostc exotic of playground equipment: the swing set?

Come On! At that point, several other students in the class envisioned what it would be like to violently kick an old woman in the head and at least one of them smiled at the thought.