guilty as charged

so i've been cheating on my pottery teacher by going to a snooty, expensive pottery school on the side and tonight i had to come clean. when he saw me leave the studio with my toolbox in tow, the jig was up.

i had to use the old "it's not you" line (always a lie, by the way). it was awkward and painful, and the conversation went something like this:

Pottery Teacher: You're taking your tools?! *GASP!* You've found another place to throw!
Danger: Well....yes, I'm using the studio at *****. It's nothing personal, I swear! It's just...
PT: What do they have that I don't have?
D: Well, for one, a bigger kiln.
PT: But Danger, I thought you said you liked my little kiln. You said it was "cute."
D: I was lying.
PT: Fine. Go ahead and use their big fat kiln. I hope you choke on it!
D: That doesn't even make sense.
PT: Like I care! I bet they won't glaze your mugs like I do.
D: Look, this is getting creepy.
PT: You used me, you little pot-throwing whore!!
D: I'm uncomfortable with this conversation.
PT: Don't leave me! You're my most talented student! And my muse!
D: I'll still be here on Thursdays...
PT: You will? Oh! Great, see you next week!
D: Take care...

okay, maybe that wasn't exactly a word-for-word account, but you get the idea. awkward.