Class Reunion

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

Yesterday 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, dark, handsome boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 40 years ago. Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on, way back then?

Upon meeting him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face and jowls 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 1959. Why do you ask?"

"You were in my class!", I exclaimed. He leaned in and looked at me closely.

Then, that ugly, old, wrinkled, fat-ass, gray-haired, decrepit son-of-a-bitch asked, "What did you teach?"