Here's a memory.
When I was in elementary school I rode the bus. I was observant, so I kind of knew the names of the other kids who rode the bus. Like there was this older boy Scott. He was in 5 th or 6th grade.
Anyhoo, one day I was in the lunch room. It must have been early in the year because I was wearing a nametag. Scott and some other older boys walked past me and read my nametag and said, "Hi Witnesssuzy." And I just said, "Hi Scott," back. Those kids freaked out because they didn't understand how I knew his name. He never noticed me on the bus and he got my name from my nametag. He practically shit his pants in surprise.
1 comment:
HAHAHA...that's funny. I have a name tag story, too. In Kindergarten, we had name tags and if you lost yours, the teacher called you "no-name" and 3 boys in my class got called no-name. Two of them are dead now - both tragic accidents with no relation to each other. The teacher is dead, too. That wouldn't fly now in this PC world. The teacher would be reprimanded for such an act.
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