The acquaintance one taught in the school English, was a timer, she had a beautiful - convenient for her - schedule.
Once well smoked on the change of non-smoking, she went to sit in an empty classroom, waiting for the window. There is no good mood at all.
Then suddenly comes the mother of one of the eleven-class students.
Strictly, strictly, unstoppably asks from the threshold:
You have been teaching here for three months, how do you think my boy has potency?

Complainably shrinking, clamping my nose with a cloth, with the words "sorry, a cold is strong, I for a moment" the girl just flew out of the class.