The Aging Process

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.


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