Whoa! (Edited at the end)

Hi Martin, I assure you that if Nalini had written Martin Diaz-Munoz I wouldn't have asked the question, but Martin alone didn't ring any bells... sorry. Of course I remember you, how the Hell are you?! Great to hear from you. Hey, but... though it's true that I'd hang out at yours a lot (how's your Dad? please say hi), I'm not so sure about "hanging out at the Magic Circus every weekend". I don't remember having gone to the Magic more than 3 times, and the last time was when we had that massive accident on the Periferico and your sister's car got totalled, remember? Shit, I can't believe we survived that crash, without so much as a broken bone as well.

Loved the Ed Carter story, that's a new one.

My Ed Carter story is that he didn't like me much because I'd talk incessantly - and as you can see, bad habits die hard - so he'd walk into the classroom and before setting his papers down on the desk would single me out and go, "Tanya?" to which I'd respond, "yes, Mr. Carter?" and he'd go, "out, please." And I'd say, "but why?" and he'd say, "because I already had a headache before walking in here and I don't want it to get any worse." So I'd have to leave the room.

Woe is me.

Lucia, tell us your Ed Carter story. The one about the line.