It would be a tough encounter, but it had to be done. The head teacher was bearing down on me as she approached her office, outside which I was sitting nervously.
“Come in!”, she ordered. I meekly followed her inside. “Sitttt!” she continued. I sat.
“What makes you think you’re good enough to teach at St Cuthbert’s?" she demanded.
“Well, I have 15 A*s at GCSE, 5 As at A Level, a First in Mathematics from Oxford and a PhD in Chemistry from Cambridge.” I offered.
“I’m not convinced!”
“...and I make a great cup of tea!”
“That’ll do nicely!”