No, I am not a fucking teacher

I took the summer off, ok? When I meet you by chance at the nail salon, waiting in the dentist's lounge and you notice I'm wearing flip flops and cutoffs midday during the week and I confirm that yes, I am not working, I am taking the summer off, don't ask me if I'm a fucking teacher, because I am not. And don't look so fucking puzzled when I snap at you.