Willis
03-21-2006, 06:51 PM
I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his 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 40-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. Hmmm...or could he??
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.
He answered, "In 1959. Why do you ask?"
"You were in my class," I exclaimed. He looked at me closely.
Then that ugly, old, wrinkled son-of-a-bitch asked, "What did you teach?"
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.
He answered, "In 1959. Why do you ask?"
"You were in my class," I exclaimed. He looked at me closely.
Then that ugly, old, wrinkled son-of-a-bitch asked, "What did you teach?"