At a Board of Education meeting, Molly and Carol are talking about getting rid of Molly's car once and for all. Carol says that Molly's eventually going to kill herself in her car. Molly admits that Jim told her the exact same thing...the other morning. Carol gets giddy thinking that one of them might be doing the nasty, and starts prodding Molly for sexual details. Molly says Jim slept on the couch while she slept in the bed. Carol asks if he slept in her bed before he slept on the couch, or if she slept on the couch before she slept in her bed. Molly comments that this is the worst Dr. Seuss book ever written, while I scream, "What about Horton Hears a Ho, Molly?" Carol boldly asks if Molly slept with Jim, and Molly replies "I did not sleep with him in a car, I did not sleep with him at a bar. I did not sleep with him on a boat, I did not sleep with him on a moat." The two ladies giggle; Molly gives off the vibe that she did manage to choke down Jim's kielbasa during a particularly raunchy session of Naked Twister, and the meeting gets underway. A guy named Mr. Crane, who happens to be on the board, says that there's been an atrocity at Stuckeyville Jr. High. Apparently a Mr. Arnold Bancroft, the Drama teacher, would not give a part in a play to a boy because he's (gasp!) black. Carol whispers to Molly that it doesn't sound like Arnie. Mr. Crane says that this is a despicable and heinous act of racism, and asks that the board remove Mr. Bancroft from his duties at once in order to keep prejudice and racism out of the schoolrooms. Oh. I suppose it's perfectly okay at the local K-Mart, where Stuckeyvillians gather in the parking lot to make fun of Norwegian immigrants and throw broken cinder blocks at their albino-like heads, but apparently racism is not allowed in the schoolrooms. Carol whispers to Molly that it sounds like they're trying to run Bancroft out of town on a rail. I haven't even seen the guy yet, but I bet he'd enjoy it. Being a Drama teacher and all. Them Drama teachers -- they love riding the rails, if you get my drift, and I think you might.
All right, that was a pretty snippy thing to say about a Drama teacher -- to imply that he's gay just because he teaches Drama. I apologize. Just because he's a Drama teacher in a junior high school doesn't necessarily mean that he likes to be called "Betty" while he takes it up the butt. I'm truly sorry.