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 then 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 that 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 when?
Upon seeing him though 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.
"In 1975. Why do you ask?"
"You were in my class!," I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely.
Then that ugly, old, balding, wrinkled faced, fat-assed, gray haired, decrepit, son-of-a-gun asked...
"What did you teach?"
Hat tip: Babs of Beetle's Memories 'n' Ramblings
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