It was half past five in the evening when a middle-aged woman came to my office. Her eyes were looking around as I asked “Could I help you, mam?”
“I’m looking for the front officer” she replied with perplexed face.
“Yes mam, what can I do for you?” 
“I want to pay a fee for my son, can I meet the front officer please?” she once again asked the same thing to me. I just wondered whose mother she was since it was the first time I met her.
“You can pay here, mam.”
“Is there no one else in this office?” Still. She didn’t believe me at all.
“No, the others are on duty, mam. They are out town. If you want to pay a fee, you can pay to me. I’m the front officer” *Ooouuu you started to make Anne mad…
“Whaat?? You must be kidding… You’re still A LITTLE GIRL!!”
GUBRAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!
Geez, for the whole my life, this was the first time I was mentioned DIRECTLY as A LITTLE GIRL!! Yup, ME ! A-twenty-four years old FEMALE!!! 
