Have you ever looked at others who are your own age and think, “Surely I can’t look that old…”
Well, you’ll love this one:
My name is Mary, and I was sitting in the waiting room for my very first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS diploma on the wall, which bore his full name. Suddenly, it occurred to me that 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? As soon as I saw him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, gray-haired man with a deeply-lined face was way too old to have been my classmate.
After he examined my teeth, my curiousity got the best of me. 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, balding, wrinkle-faced, gray-haired, decrepid S.O.B. asked…
“Really? What did you teach?”