One is not often startled; you can blame it on the residual success of finishing school. Having been previously employed at the WTS (Wannabe Training School), where school ties are touted to be stronger than a 50 pounder nylon fishing string, it had been generally assumed that all WTlers (pardon the homophone) are dying to maintain ties with their alma mater. After all, hasn’t it been touted from the silken fabrication room to the gilded runway halls that “once WTlers, forever WTlers”?
So you can forgive (not that I am asking for it) my surprise when I met a WTlers Alumni at the Village Fashion School, my Village Fashion School, MY ALMA MATER! The Alum had deliberately in a subconscious way, let slip that “I am WTlers”.
Being the Fabulista that one is, it is only natural that one asks the ONLY question worth asking in a situation like this…
“Since you’re WTlers… haven’t you thought of going back to your alma mater to be a trainer?”
Without missing a beat, the response came, swift and concise, “not worth it – Wtlers are not a particularly grateful bunch. They are not as appreciative…” the trailing in ellipses.
Well, there go the school ties. I guess even the strongest fishing nylon can and do snap.
Sometimes.