Jon had been a bit of a shit since he became a senior. The 18 year old was handsome, a hopeless flirt, and a bit of a bully. He wouldn't get physical with anyone but he had a mean sense of humor. He was also much admired by the girls in his school, and he had his eyes on a few of them himself.
The senior class were on a field trip to a local museum, a trip organized by the history teacher Mrs. Whitman. She was a good looking red head in her early 30's. She put a lot of work into making sure her students were learning. And her job wasn't made any easier when Jon would hit on her during class or call her a milf in front of other students. And of course Jon was doing his best to disrupt the field trip she'd spent so much time and effort organizing. He was interrupting the tour guide with stupid jokes, drawing "rocket ships" on other students' worksheets, and all round being a nuisance. Ms. Whitman knew she wasn't supposed to dislike any of her students, but she couldn't help but wish someone would knock Jon down a peg. She had no idea her wish would be coming true later that day.
The class filed into a room filled with antiquities: Roman coins, Greek figurines, Egyptian tablets, even a mostly intact ancient spear. In the center of the room was a pedestal with a plexiglass box sitting on it. Inside the box stood a small statue, about a foot tall, of a beautiful woman in a toga. The figure was badly worn by the millennia passed since it was carved. But her face was shockingly untouched. It bore a shockingly intense stare, like she was looking right through to the depths of your soul.
The tour guide was explaining to the class that she was Humilatia the Greek goddess of shame and humiliation. If Jon had been listening, he would have learned the Greeks held her in high regard, and would leave offerings at her temple to protect themselves from various kinds of humiliation. But he was busy looking at his phone and making snide comments to the people around him. When the tour guide led the class into the next room, Jon lingered by the statue. Taking out his phone, he took a picture of the statue, and uploaded it to his story. He captioned it "When the weed hits," in reference to the intense gaze, and then continued "I'd still hit it though..."
Now Jon was a product of the twenty first century. He had no reason to believe disrespecting some ancient totem of a forgotten god would have adverse consequences. But what Jon believed was of no consequence to Humilatia, who refused to be humbled by anyone, let alone an insignificant school boy. And soon he'd realize how grave a mistake he had made.
For lunch the students were led into a small dining area in a secluded wing of the museum. Jon grabbed his food and started taking his tray back to the table his friends were at. Suddenly, somehow, he slipped backwards, his food getting all over his front. And he was pretty sure he hadn't walked past a mop, but he somehow managed to land with his ass in a dirty mop bucket. The entire dining area broke into laughter at Jon's spectacular fall. Mrs. Whitman could not help but laugh herself although she tried her best to pull herself together. Eventually she was able to walk over and help Jon up, of course she did not receive a thank you for that.
"Ugh, this is disgusting!" Jon complained. His back was dripping from the mop bucket, his front was smeared with food. Mrs. Whitman told him to go to the bathroom and take his dirty clothes off, while she got fresh stuff from the gift shop. For once Jon agreed.
