Some you felt okay calling them by their first name.
One made a girl cry (she happened to be particularly fragile anyway but still) she called him by his first name and he was like "No call me Dr..." but he was clearly crippled by a superiority/inferiority complex.
Some you felt okay calling them by their first name.
One made a girl cry (she happened to be particularly fragile anyway but still) she called him by his first name and he was like "No call me Dr..." but he was clearly crippled by a superiority/inferiority complex.
Were you there when it happened?
Why are other people's lives more eventful than mine.