My lovely wife and I at times would play this little game of guessing the occupation of people we encounter on our way to the market or church, or when we walk ‘round our small community to stir up our senior citizen bones. We simply call it The Guessing Game then and it has been giving us good laughs however it went, as sometimes the guessing’s easy, sometimes blurry. Like with this lady whom we witnessed (several years ago) as she deftly sidestepped being gored by a bicycle handlebar stacked with newspapers and, dodging other onrushing vehicles, crossed the street with nobody’s heart skipping a beat. My impressionable wife at once guessed the lady was a bullfighter. Or a tax dodger, I deadpanned, though at that moment I already had a hunch. We followed the lady as she crossed another street with the same aplomb, turned left and walked briskly to where a bunch of youngsters greeted her in that familiar sing-song fashion, made way for her to pass through a side gate (and like in the story) the littlest of the group offered her an apple. So my hunch was right. Don’t ask how or why but even at the first street crossing I already knew the lady was a school teacher. Read more...