Erika said something this evening that reminded me of her 3rd grade teacher. He is her all-time favorite but I remember having my doubts when I met him. He was wearing a name tag the read “Mr. Mistr” so as I extended my hand I ventured, “Mister Mister?” He said, “meester.” I knew what he meant but I was on fire that night so I asked, “Meester Mister?” Oh I amuse myself.
But he didn’t even smile. He just flatly said, “No. It’s Mister Meester.”Maybe he didn’t realize I was only kidding. (Maybe people get tired of other people kidding them about their name.) I thought better of asking if he had a seester or if he celebrated Istr.
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