Another Monday Morning
"What's up?" says the kid from school who was annoying.
"How do I recognize you?" you say. "I haven't seen you since, like, the 3rd grade. You're, what, about 34 now?"
"Yeah."
"Cool. I think I've got a real talent for this."
"Yeah, probably," says the kid. "I can't really verify if you're right or not. I don't recognize you at all."
"Yeah... I remember you, but I can't really remember your name. Who was your homeroom teacher in 3rd grade?"
"Uh... I don't know, man."
"I think our homeroom teacher's name was Mrs. Fitzstein. Does that ring a bell?" you ask.
"Actually, I'm just here to deliver a pizza, man. So maybe you could just pay me, and we can both go our happy ways."
"A pizza?"
"Yeah."
"So what was that smashing sound I heard all about?"
"Yeah, I tripped on your trash can. Sorry about that. Still, not entirely my fault, it was kind of poorly placed if you ask me."
"How do I recognize you?" you say. "I haven't seen you since, like, the 3rd grade. You're, what, about 34 now?"
"Yeah."
"Cool. I think I've got a real talent for this."
"Yeah, probably," says the kid. "I can't really verify if you're right or not. I don't recognize you at all."
"Yeah... I remember you, but I can't really remember your name. Who was your homeroom teacher in 3rd grade?"
"Uh... I don't know, man."
"I think our homeroom teacher's name was Mrs. Fitzstein. Does that ring a bell?" you ask.
"Actually, I'm just here to deliver a pizza, man. So maybe you could just pay me, and we can both go our happy ways."
"A pizza?"
"Yeah."
"So what was that smashing sound I heard all about?"
"Yeah, I tripped on your trash can. Sorry about that. Still, not entirely my fault, it was kind of poorly placed if you ask me."