𝐈 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞. I met an old class mate, we had not seen each other for about 30 years. When I saw him again, this time at a hotel lobby, he was looking simple. He wore simple clothes. I felt touched. He walked up to me and was glad to see me again. But deep within me I was not impressed with his status compared to mine and poor me, I couldn't hide it. We exchanged contact details and I could see the joy in him as he collected mine. I told him I would drop him ...