My boyfriend and I bought a new flat-screen tv about a year ago. We already had an extra tube tv, so with the new one, that meant we had two usable televisions that we had no use for. Not wanting to throw them away, they sat - one in a corner of the living room and the other in the spare room - for a year. A few weeks ago, a friend mentioned that her company was looking for a cheap tv for something or other. I mentioned that I had two that they could have. We set up a time for her to come and pick them up today. She came and brought two men she worked with to help her carry them. She introduced us and one of the men looked strangely familiar. I brushed it off, had a quick chat, they grabbed the televisions and left. As soon as they had pulled away, I knew where I recognized that man from. He sat across my desk from me not 5 months ago as we discussed his son during parent-teacher interviews. He was the father of one of my kids. I emailed my friend to confirm it had been, in fact, him. It was. Small world, I thought. And then I looked down at myself. There I was, ushering into my home the parent of a student, wearing short shorts, a ratty t-shirt, hair a mess, no make-up, a sweltering apartment, cat hair on the furniture, a boyfriend who decided to throw on a baseball cap and brush his teeth instead of shower today....the list goes on. Soooo embarrassing.