"Does it strike you as odd that she goes by Mrs. Olsen?"
"That's her name."
"Not Ms. Olsen. Mrs. Olsen."
"You're right. Most women these days prefer..."
"Because that would imply some poor Mr. Olsen."
"Hey, hey, hey."
My third grade teacher (whom I hated for her harsh voice and her way of saying “Third Graders” as if it meant “Group W”) was the paradoxical Mrs Bachelor.
My third grade teacher (whom I hated for her harsh voice and her way of saying “Third Graders” as if it meant “Group W”) was the paradoxical Mrs Bachelor.