At primary school our teacher could smell perfume and it was driving her mad. She went up and down the aisles asking who had it on and I never owned up to having liberally splashed it on my hankie . She did not sniff me out.
In senior school a teacher asked me to post a letter , blue airmail and flimsy , to her sister on my way home as I passed the post office . Some weeks later I put my hand in my coat pocket and there was a very crumpled letter. I did post it then and hoped that her sister would blame the postal service.
In my first week of work in a bank the accountant handed me a circular and told me to read it then put in in the basket. I did just that but put it is the waste paper basket. Some weeks later the accountant could not understand what has happened to the circular as they were all numbered and there was one missing .
