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The teacher asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up.
One boy: A doctor!
One girl: A lawyer!
Me: Either the President or the man who paints
the line down the middle of the road.
A wave of snickers and giggles rolled through the class.
My teacher laughed.
Now I was embarrassed.
Teacher: And what inspired such unusual choice.
Me: OK.OK. Forget what I said about being President.