My grandmother was a 6th grade teacher with severe arthritis, 2 artificial knees and 2 artificial hips. She was reduced to about 4'10' and 100# at the time. It was quite an effort for her simply to get to her 3rd floor classroom each day. After one of her many surgeries, one of her students wouldn't stop talking. I was in her class toward the front when, from the back you heard Gary start up again. There was a loud CRACK and then "Now, dammit, you'll be quiet!" She'd snuck up behind him and corked him back of the head with her casted arm. My grandfather was her head custodian, who kept all of the teachers there well-supplied with the world's best paddles, but he knew she was the boss, at work and at home.
