2 weeks ago, I told kids at school to write an essay titled ‘If I Were a Millionaire.
Everyone was writing, except a girl who leaned back with arms folded.
“What’s the matter, I asked. “Why aren’t you writing?”
“I’m waiting for my secretary,” she replied. Scored her 10/10.
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