Old Age

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 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, WRINKLED FACED,  FAT-BUTT, GRAY-HAIRED,  DECREPIT  SON-OF-A-SO AND SO  ASKED, 

'WHAT DID YOU TEACH??? 

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4/14/10