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 fully name. Suddenly I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name who had been in my high school class some 30-odd years ago. Could he be the same guy on whom I had a secret crush, 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, I did. I’m a Mustang,” he gleamed with pride.
“When did you graduate?” I asked.
“In 1967, why do you ask?” was the reply.
“You were in my class!” I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely, then that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled faced, fat-arsed, gray-haired, decrepit, son-of-a-beach asked,
“What did you teach?”
~~ Author unknown