> 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 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 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 1975. Why do you ask?"
>
>
>
> "you were in my class!", i exclaimed.
>
>
>
> he looked at me closely.
>
> then, that
>
> ugly,
>
> old,
>
> bald,
>
> wrinkle-faced,
>
> fat-assed,
>
> gray-haired,
>
> decrepit
>
> son-of-a-
>
> asked,
>
> "what did you teach?"