Bridging the Gap

When I first started teaching there was a small group of teachers who were keen bridge players. They would play in the staff-room during lunch hour and would rush into the staff-room during the morning break to get in a few hands.

One morning I entered the staff-room to get a coffee refill.

Caines, get over here. We need a fourth.”

Ok.” I sat down at the table and picked up my hand. Now, here I was, a rookie teacher being invited into the club. This was a proud moment for me.

Somebody played the first card. When it came my turn, I placed my card on the table. The three lifted their heads and stared at me. I stared back with confidence.

More cards were laid. I placed my second card on the table. The three of them glared at me.

Caines, you don’t play bridge, do you?”

No, I don’t. I have no clue, b’ys.”

GET OUT!”

Ok.”

Had they asked, I would have told them I was not a bridge player.

But for a few moments, I sat with the cool kids.

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