Bumpings

The tininess of our little island is "magnified" by the sheer ease of bumping into random people u know at the most unlikely of places.

Where: Clarke Quay
When: Lazy Sat afternoon
What: Day before an inter-school raft race

The GF and I were happily walking along a bridge at CQ, generally minding our own business and pretty much ignoring the rafts we were walking past, when...

"Mr ****!!!" Hmmm... a very nice chorus that consisted of... wait a minute... my surname?! We turned our necks and were duly greeted by a group of grinning girls sitting by their raft. Yes yes, my students. The GF was visibly traumatised; I kept my composure and managed a few sentences with the giggling convent girls.

Well there you go, one of the many perks of being a noble moulder of the nation's future.