Classmates

Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking, surely, I can't look that old?

((Class Reunions))

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 school class some 40 years ago. Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on way back then?

Upon seeing him, 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", he said. "I am 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 this ugly, old, bald, wrinkle-faced, fat-assed, gray-haired, decrepit, son-of-a-bitch asked me "What did you teach?"