Rush to Judgment

I kneaded the sealed bag of Fritos. Before sprinkling the pulverized corn chips into my peanut butter sandwich, however, the bag burst. Frito powder shot out, overlaying my desk and the nearby floor. The other kids laughed. It was about then that the patrolling Yard Duty peeked into our classroom. I was sent to the office for inciting a food fight.
Our principal stared me down before asking: “Do you behave this way at home?”
“Um, sometimes!” I offered, honestly.
“Well, you don’t do it here!”
Had I claimed otherwise, he was surely ready with: “So why do you do it here?”
I was ensnared, and that was that.