Basic Math is the subject I teach at a small community college in western North Carolina. I call one part of the curriculum Practical Applications for Living in the Real World.
The day after I presented a lesson on simple and compound interest, one of my older students approached me in the hallway. "You really taught me a great deal about my life yesterday," he said.
"I realized I've been struggling with a lack of interest, compounded daily, for thirty years."
The woman applying for a job in a Florida lemon grove seemed way too qualified for the job.
My mother began getting calls from people who misdialed the similar number of a new computer repair business.
When my nephew Arthur was little, the local pastor dropped by my sister's house for a visit. My brother-in-law, an avid fisherman, was preparing for a weekend at the lake when suddenly little Arthur bellowed, "My daddy's got worms!''