Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Overheard On A Plane No. 2.

A few months ago. A young professional woman seated directly behind me. She was speaking to someone she had just met, and speaking loud enough for people to have heard this ten rows away.

"I have to go back to work on Tuesday. I work in a school. I can't really complain, because I've just had six weeks holiday, but I will complain because I'm not ready to back yet.

I work in the western suburbs.

They're not as bad as people say they are, so don't listen to them.

I grew up in the south-east, on the peninsula, so I'm kind of like a refugee from there.

My school has about two thousand kids and I don't know half of them.

Oh my God! Two thousand kids? I mean, I don't even know how I manage half the time."

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