CLASSMATE

Classmate


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.
       

My name is Alice, and 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 school class some 40 years ago.
       

Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on way back then?
       

Upon seeing him, 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”, he said.  “I am a Mustang” he gleamed with pride. 

“When did you graduate?” I asked.     

He answered “in 1967.  Why do you ask?” 

“You were in my class”, I exclaimed.

He looked at me closely, then this ugly, old, bald, wrinkle-faced, fat-assed, gray-haired, decrepit, son-of-a-bitch asked me………. “What did you teach?”