I am standing at the pharmacy counter, the clerk is at the computer and we are trying to deal with one of those government/insurance company/pharmaceutical industry issues that contravene the doctor's orders, if you get my drift. But that's not what the story is about.
The clerk disappeared into the inner sanctum. A man came up to me and asked, "Weren't you a math teacher?"
"Yes," I said, "once upon a time."
"Indeed. And you are?" He told me his name. "Sure, you were one of my seventh grade students forty-seven years ago."
"Sounds about right," he said. "You used to dye your hair a lot darker."
Always appreciate a guy with a sense of humor. We chatted a bit about his children and his grandchildren. The clerk rejoined me at the counter and Pete went on his way.