Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, surely I can't look that old?? Well . . . You'll love 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 do 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????”
????”
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