How Old Can You Get?

Submitted by j.w.

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Saturday, 26 January 2013

I was on holiday with my wife, visiting old haunts of my youth. I wanted something to read and went into a charity shop to see what I could find.

I thought I recognised the old lady serving at the counter as someone I had been at school with. I fancied her at the the time. But she looked so ancient and wrinkled I thought I must have been mistaken.

When I went to pay for my book I asked her what school she had been to and I realised when she told the class she had been in that she was, indeed, the person who I had thought she was.

'You were in my class at that school' I said.

'Oh really' she replied 'what did you teach?'

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