thinking, 'Surely I can't look that old!' Well, you'll love this one.)
My name is Alice Smith 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 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 four-eyed, ugly, old bald, wrinkled,
fat ass, gray-haired, decrepit son-of-a-bitch asked, 'What did you
teach?'
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