She Really
Remembered Me
by Zvi A.
Sesling
At the
fiftieth high school reunion they trotted out Old
Lady Pogash.
I said to her, “ I know I am not supposed to
ask a lady her age, but how old are you? “
She glared at me and said, “No, you are not
supposed to ask, but I am one hundred and two.”
I responded with a straight face, ‘Not
possible you were 102 when I had you for Senior
English.”
She pointed her crooked finger at me and said
sternly, “You always were my most obnoxious
student.”
Then I knew she really remembered me.
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