"Yo, Mrs. Miller," said the bearded guy behind the counter at the bagel shop.
My husband and I looked at him but drew complete blanks.
"I'm sorry, do we know each other?" I asked.
"Yeah, you were my English teacher."
Leaning over, my husband whispered, "Good job, Honey, good job."
My husband and I looked at him but drew complete blanks.
"I'm sorry, do we know each other?" I asked.
"Yeah, you were my English teacher."
Leaning over, my husband whispered, "Good job, Honey, good job."