Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, surely I can’t look that old.
Well, if you have, enjoy this one.
My name is Alice, and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS Diploma on the wall,
which bore his full name. Suddenly I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my High School class some 30-odd years ago.
Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on, way back then? Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate.
After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morgan park High School. “Yes, yes I did. I’m a Mustang,†he gleamed with pride. “When did you graduate?†I asked. He answered, “In 1975, why to you ask?†“You were in my class!†I exclaimed. He looked at me closely,
THEN THAT UGLY, OLD, BALD, WRINKLED FACED, FAT-ASSED, GRAY-HAIRED,
DECREPIT, SON-OF-A-BITCH ASKED, “WHAT DID YOU TEACH????â€