Our school math coach, a lovey man who works in our school about once a month (but who I don’t know well at all), sees me in the hall.
Him: “Oh! Hello Miss Emily! How are you doing?”
Me (sarcastically, carrying a stack of practice exams): “Oh! Just GREAT! It’s my FAVORITE time of year!”
Him: “Ah, yes. I thought about you the other day. My sister gets depressed in winter, too.”
Me: “Oh. I was referring to testing season…”
Him: “Oh. Right. Yes.” (awkward pause) “But you ARE the one who sits under that bright lamp in the winter, right?”
Me: “Yup. That’s me. Didn’t realize you knew about that…”
Him: “Ok good. I would have been embarrassed if I got the person mixed up!”
Me: “Yeah. Now, luckily, no one feels embarrassed.”
And then I walked away and hid in a hole.
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