Questioning The Teacher
(It’s the week before schools starts. I am leaving my apartment and waiting for the elevator down. A woman steps out of another unit and notices the stuff I’m carrying.)
Woman: “Back to school, eh?”
Me: “Yup.”
Woman: “What are you taking?”
Me: *misunderstanding what she said* “Grade eight. Language, History and French.”
Woman: “…Really? At your age?”
Me: “Well, I’m 25.”
Woman: “Is it some kind of remedial course?”
Me: “No, just plain old eighth grade.”
Woman: “How old is everyone else in the class?”
Me: *lightbulb* “OH! No, no, I’m teaching the class. Not taking.”
(She is quiet after that. I’m not sure she believes me.)
Question of the Week
Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.
