Rix Quinn’s Minute Story: Class mates
The old guy ahead of me in the grocery check-out looked about two coughing spells away from the Promised Land. I didn't notice him until he tried to pay with a credit card, and the clerk told him it expired in 1997. Then, he noticed me. "Hey, buddy," he smiled, "how ya doin'? Remember me from high school?" "Sure," I lied, "but I don't remember what class you taught." "Nah," he replied, "I'm Ray, and I sat behind you in […]