Guilty and not loving it...

My friend of few weeks walks in and finds me gaping at the terminal hurriedly gulping down leftover breakfast at 9.00 PM in the evening....

I must compliment his choice of words.. He sounded like the pre school instructor who is a nightmare to me even today..."You are not supposed to eat in class" these words were deafening as I heard them and the several echoes thereof from 1975...

I remember those two miserable Marie biscuits and that horrible glass of milk (without sugar) that was given to every unfortunate kid who went to the "Guild of service" All of 3 years I could not understand how the very same place could be fun and drugery at the sametime... We loved to go to the Assembly rooms and watch ABBA and Benji and how I used to hate to go to the preschool right behind...I swore several times to kill the man who invented preschool...the sadist...

So this guy who caused me death by embarrassment had come along walking half a kilometer just to say he was sorry we had ended a conversation abruptly....

I felt so bad that i lid my food and ate the rest of it in the cold misery of the cafeteria....