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 Smith and I was sitting in the waiting room for my
first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS diploma, 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
'Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a mustang,' he gleamed with pride.
'When did you graduate?'; I asked.
He answered , 'In 1967. Why do you ask?'
'You were in my class!', I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled, fat
ass, gray-haired, decrepit son-of-a-bit ch asked,
'What did you teach?'