Sam jaywalked briskly as he made his way to the gambling house still in his school uniform. He felt elated and proud to have faced his physics teacher in an argument. Although Sam was at fault.
"Hello Sam! Feeling lucky today"? Herbert hailed him as soon as Sam rounded the bend to the street corner which serves as their gambling point.
"I'm in high spirit guys! Let's make some funds".
But few minutes into the game, the police raided the spot and took them away.
"You ought to have been in school, why were you picked up in a gambling spot"? Sam's father questioned him when he came to the police station.
"My teacher sent me out of the class"
"What did you do wrong?" His father asked.
"He asked me to dress properly and pull up my sagginh trousers. But I wouldn't. I can't! This is the 21st century dad. This is civilization"! Sam interjected.
"You call indecent dressing in school civilization? If this is how you see it, then I'm afraid, there is no more civilization for you!"
