Have you ever been guilty of looking at other's 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 of my new dentist, waiting for my first appointment, when 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 40-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, GRAY-HAIRED, DECREPIT, SOB Asked me?
'What did you teach???
