The Blue-Eyed Problem for the Teacher

All it needed was just to look at a baby crib before buying it—but I somehow managed to get into the wrong car. Not just the wrong one, but one with some kind of creepy idiot. I managed to stand my ground and escape, hoping I’d never see him again. But after a few days, the new term started. First lecture, new subject—the door opened… Mommies! It was him! Exactly him! So what am I supposed to do now?