I was interviewing people for the position of book keeper. I noticed the name of the next applicant. She had the same name as someone in my secondary school class some 40-odd years ago.
Suddenly, I remembered a young pretty girl with curly blonde hair and the most beautiful blue eyes. Could this woman be the same person that I had a secret crush on, way back then?
Upon seeing her, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This grey haired woman with the deeply lined face was far too old to have been my classmate. Curiosity got the better of me. I asked if she had by some chance attended Southsea Modern secondary school.
“Yes, yes I did. I'm from Pompey,” she beamed with pride.
“When did you leave school?” I asked.
“She answered, “In 1975. Why do you ask? ‘
“You were in my class!” I exclaimed.
She looked at me closely. Then the ugly, old, wrinkled, fat, grey haired, decrepit old bitch asked,
“What subject did you teach?”