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"Teachers have less credibility than the mayor," said Max Maxwell. "They are constantly complaining. They could rule Brownsville, but they are so damn apathetic that they don't bother to vote. I consider them the most pathetic group of professionals I have had the misfortune to know. They suffer from inferiority complexes. They aren't happy being teachers. They think they should have been doctors or lawyers. That's why so many become administrators after only a few years in the classroom in order to fulfill their delusional need to be somebodies. You actually enjoy the job. I never hear you complaining."

"Teaching is a pleasant experience," G.F. McHale-Scully commenced with a long burp following his wings and beer. "The kids keep you on your toes, but they're fun. You have to live within your economic limitations. If you suffer from keeping up with the Joneses, you will have to find a second income. We may have the intelligence of doctors and lawyers, but we will never command their salaries. For those who aren't pleased with their current pay, a reality check in the merciless business world might improve their appreciation for their present occupations. Things could be worse. I could be without a steady check and insurance. As long as I have these two, there's hope."

Maxwell was short. McHale-Scully, eternally grateful that his buddy had improved his backhand, paid the bill.