Monday Humour, The Pole Dancer

Ok, it is Sunday. I started a Monday Humour regular post a couple of months ago. As I said at the time, it will probably be a one off, as it will slip from my vacuous head.

This one is apparently a true story.

For homework, a class in NSW were asked to draw their parents at work.
This is Jessica’s drawing:

Here's the letter the teacher received the next day:

Dear Mrs. Jackson,

I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer.
I work at Bunnings (an Australian hardware chain store for you foreign types) and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week after the floods hit.
I told her we sold out every single shovel we had and then I found one more in stock and several people were fighting over who would get it.
Her picture doesn't show me dancing around a pole. It's supposed to depict me selling the last shovel we had in the store.
From now on I will remember to check her homework before she hands it in.

Sincerely,
Erica Cameron