Once upon a time I was a teacher. Okay, maybe "teacher" isn't the right word to describe what I did. Once upon a time I sat in a classroom filled with 6th graders and collected a paycheck.
There was a young lady in the class who had a tendency to complain. She complained about me, her classmates, the school, the desk, the weather, the trade-imbalance with China (maybe not that one), and just about everything else.
One day I was trying to explain the lesson to her when a boy in the classroom said, "You have to speak her language - woof, woof, woof!"
I had to try very hard not to laugh.