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. 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 high school class some 30-odd years ago.
Could he be the same guy I had a 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 be 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, balding, wrinkle-faced, fat-assed, gray-haired, decrepit son-of-a-bitch asked, “What did you teach?”
Thanks to my humor editor, Ms. 7-Striper.