MRS. MARTIN
My daughter told me that yesterday when she went to the car
wash, she began talking to a nice older lady as they waited for their
cars. She said that as they chatted she
kept thinking to herself, “this lady looks so familiar.” But she just couldn’t recall who the woman
might be.
And then all of a sudden, she said to the woman, “Is your
name Mrs. Martin?” The woman replied
that it was before she remarried. “Oh my
gosh,” my daughter said, “you were my first grade
teacher.”
By Hannah
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