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 Cathy 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 as 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?
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,
fat ass,
gray-haired
decrepit
son-of-a-biscuit asked,
‘What did you teach ???’
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